One Eyed Victor 3

One Eyed Victor Part 3
Assorted medicine, locked away. Scalpels, stored at the lab. Fridge, stocked. Candy horde, hidden. Now all that was left to do was pick Eliza up from school and prepare her. He looked at the picture by the door. It was one of the first pictures they’d ever taken together. Victor was grinning like an idiot while Opal laughed. He smiled as he grabbed his keys off the hook. “Don’t worry, I’ve got a handle on things. I’d tell you not to worry, but you always worried no matter what I told you.” He stepped out the door to pick up Eliza
	Victor leaned against the wall near the other parents as he waited for the bell to ring. A few still gave him looks, probably due to him wearing a labcoat in the middle of summer. They all avoided talking to him, even the chatty ones he always tried his best to ignore. They had not however, avoided talking about him. That much was clear. Some gave him pitying looks, and still others looked at him like he was a monster. He couldn’t convince everyone Opal killed herself, and he didn’t really care what people thought of him. There was only one person in this world that mattered to him anymore and she was inside that school. As he was spacing out, one of the moms actually walked up to him, much to his displeasure. Samantha wasn’t bad to talk to, but she could get a tad nosy. “Hey Victor, I know we haven’t really talked much, ~God how he wished it could stay that way~ but I just wanted to make sure you were doing alright.” He sighed, this conversation was obviously happening whether he liked it or not. “I am surviving.” He kept his expression perfectly neutral and calm, trying not to betray any emotion. “That’s good to hear I guess. If you want I could make some dinners you can reheat for you and Eliza.” She was making an active effort not to stare at his eyepatch. He let a small frown come across his face. “I can feed my own child.” Her eyes widened a bit. “No, I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant that you might not want to cook right now all things considered.” He looked at his bare wrist like he was checking a watch that wasn’t there. “God, I would love to keep this conversation going, but the bell is about to ring. Kids should be out any minute now.” His voice and face were completely deadpan. She looked confused and checked her actual watch. “But there’s still 5 minutes left?” He sighed. “Really? How lucky. Don’t worry about me. I’m absolutely fine.”  “Are you sure? No one would think any less of you if you weren’t.” Victor shot her a glare. ~Like I care what any of you people think of me~ “I told you, I’m fine.” His voice took on a sharp tone that make her flinch a bit. Before she could respond, the bell rang and children started to pour out. Eliza ran out and Victor’s glare turned into a wide smile as soon as he saw her. He squatted down and opened his arms wide as she ran and jumped into his arms and gave him a hug. “Daddy! I learned how to do math today!” He kissed her cheek and grinned. “Was it easy?” She nodded and he ruffled her hair. “That’s my girl! Come on, we need to head home, but we’re getting you a snack on the way home.” Her eyes widened. “Yay! McDonalds, McDonalds, McDonalds!” She kept chanting. Victor laughed and chanted with her as he carried her to the car. Samantha looked on confused. “Is that really the same man I was talking to a minute ago?”
	Victor dropped the bag onto the table as his daughter sat in her chair happily. He sat down next to her. “Eliza, someone is going to be coming by later. They’re just going to look around a bit and ask you a few questions