Chapter Five

I left the student I was teaching in the library and went to the principal's office. I'm now on the front of the closed door of the office. I tried to hear what are they saying, if they are talking; but I heard nothing.

I went inside and saw my mother there, sitting in the black leather seat, her head are down and was holding both her hands.

I sat at the seat opposite her not even saying a word. She looked at me with a happy smile which is I hate the most.

"Long time no see, Mrs. Smith." I said to her with a hard tone of voice. I saw the principal in my peripheral view, she was sitting there silently.

"Samantha, don't talk to your mother like that. Look, I'm really so--"

"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not your daughter. I don't have a mother. Got that?" I interrupted her.

But she continued to speak.

"Look, Samantha, I'm so sorry for what I have done to you. Please forgive me and your father."

She tried to hold my hands but I pulled away.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I won't come back anymore? Until you will be deaf? Until you can't hear anymore? In your death?" I asked her in a cold voice. She became silent.

And she started to cry!

What a great actress!

Should I give her an applause?

"Drop the act. Tell me what you want, I think you read my information that's why you know what school I was studying at." I crossed my legs.

"Your father wanted to see you. He was now having an illness. He wished that if only he could see you, maybe he will heal up."

"I don't care if he's ill or what. If he's ill, take him to a hospital, give him the medicine he needed." I said in a sly way. "I'm not a medicine or a doctor."

"He just wanted to see you again. Why you don't want to visit him?" She was getting impatient.

"Wanted to see me? For what? To be tortured by him again? To turn a blind eye on me?" I asked her.

"He just wanted to say sorry to you."

"Then why didn't he come here to talk to me? or in my office. I'm free all the time." I said nonchalantly. I stand up on the seat and was about to go to the door but she grabbed my hand.

It hurts!

I turned to see her again, she was looking at me with an angry look on the face. But me, I remained my cold, expressionless face. She was gripping my wrist really tightly. I looked at my fingers, it started to have a pale colour. I glanced at the principal. I think she was about to stand on her seat but controlled herself.

"Your really ungrateful!" My mother shouted at me.

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