Harsh Truth

Chapter#3

'So much humiliation for this specific day.'

I managed to walk myself blindly. The humiliation engulfed my mind so damn much that I forgot that I climbed down through window.

As soon I entered my house through front door completely forgetting about the situation that I escaped from. I stumbled upon a lamp lying on the floor I knew that exact moment what was coming. I grabbed my glasses from the drawer of the table right across the dinning.

As my eyes recovered their vision I could see the mess.

The mess that I expected.

Not a big surprise but definitely a big *** disappointment.

I heard the loudest thud from my mum's bedroom.

Yup my mum's not 'parents'.

Father left when I was 14 for some women we weren't the happiest before that as well but after giving in everything for that women she happened to took her own way leaving my father behind. Pathetic. after that my father lost everything his job his money everything his own house that he brought for her. My potential step mother.

I sprinted. I can hear crying voice.

But as soon as I reached the corridor of my mum's bedroom my pace slowed, and keeps getting slower. I didn't want to perceive the sight in front of me. I was beyond scared. Terrified.

My pace slowed but not the cries.

I slowly reached for the knob of the door, I was about to opened but the door slammed opened revealing my Father and mum lying on the ground begging father to not to leave her.

The sigh that I didn't want to perceive was right in front of me.

Father holding money in his hands, Mum on the ground, Crying, Sobbing.

Substantially I don't utter a word in front of Father. He frightened me. But If I didn't today it would be iniquitous toward mum.

He was about to take himself out off the situation.

'How can you....' I stopped

He turned around. With a petrifying smile like he was waiting for me to burst out my words.

'How. Can. I. what...? He took a pause after each word.

'Huh?????.'

How could you do that to the person who....?' Tears drenched.

'...the person who loved you so freaking much, you loved her. Why, what's her fault? That you cheated on her? How insecure could a person be to do this to the person who appreciate your presence so damn much. She still prepares you meal when she hears that you are coming although she knows why you are visiting, she still expect you to change, she is still ready to give a person like you another chance, She still gives you money, she still.....!.'

He started moving towards me. I was horrified but now I would not stop my words. I will fly the words out of my mouth. I don't care if he take my soul out of my body right here right now. I will spill what has been boiling up inside me.

'...loves you.' I added as I closed my eyes due to his slow yet heavy pace toward me. Tears rolled down.

'You've grown up I see.' He was so close to me now. He bent down to face me. His whole huge figure was engulfing over me.

'So you expect some answer. I shall give you.' It's the first time we are having a conversation. Mum always hid me while he was angered or just around. I cannot sense the whole 'Father' this from that figure.

'So how could I do that to the person that loved me? Well it's true anyone would love me...'I stared angrily in his eyes. The sense of fearfulness vanished just within the phrase that left his mouth.

My mum got up and rushed toward me but that person known to be my Father closed to door and locked my mother in.

'....so what was the next question? You know anyone that had me would never ever leave me. Tell her to keep trying hard I might just end up her who knows.' My mum started beating the door.

'Don't hurt her. James she is your daughter! Don't hurt her. Please. James hodgson.' Mum shouted from behind the door.

He glimpsed at the door smiled widely. '...anyways my daughter where were we? Ahhhh...so you deserve to know the truth. She got raped when she was pregnant with you. I told her to abort you but she didn't. I told her that you 'My Daughter' are mixed. But she didn't abort you.

That her fault. Roaming around with a child of a person that raped her. Pathetic.' Now tears are falling like a waterfall.

'You...' I hiccupped

'You dumbfuck. How can you be this harsh with her in the time like that...' word weren't clear because I was a crying mess at that point.

I regained my sense and decided to stand for my Mother.

'Everyone loves you? No one would leave you? You are just delusional you know...' I laughed with the ears in my eyes.

'...and I know that how well aware you are about this fact. Delusional mf*ing dickhead.' I could see the exasperation in his eyes and the content in me seeing him having a reality check was a pure indefinable pleasure.

'Everyone loves me!.' He shouted.

'My ****.' I confide under my breath.

'You need a little reshaping. That is what you mother raised you like.'

'No think I got this quality from my father.'

I think I am being a little too courageous.

After hearing that, I could see his blood boiling. I was enjoying the sight but I knew what was coming my way.

He took out the hanged portrait that my mum made herself and threw it on the ground.

'You mudblood...' he added.

He slapped me and I fall on the ground on the shattered glasses. I am not surprised. I completely saw that coming. But did I regret? No.

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