Chapter 2
I woke up the next
morning feeling the warmth of my house. I’ve never felt like this before.
Something increased my pleasure and gave me the enthusiasm to start a happy
day. As me out of my bed, I heard the chirping of the birds. It was welcoming.
I had my daily routine
completed and was ready to go to work. But wait… today is Saturday. Not really
sure of that idea so I looked back into the calendar. I blankly stared on it
until I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Raven. “Why are you back, Raven?” I
said towards the confident eyes that looked down on me.
I heard no reply and
suddenly saw her fade away like steam. Confused, I fixed my gaze on the
position she was in. She isn’t there, I must have been imagining. Awakening
from my thoughts, I glanced through my watch to find out it was time for Ellie
and Tom to wake up.
As I moved up the stairs
and walked through the dimly lit hallway that was well-known to me, the voice
of my dear mother, “My dear John, take care of yourself and …..” The sound
slowly faded until nothing was heard. Mother! I called out, but I shut myself
up after I’ve noticed that I was alone. What is wrong with me today, it looks
as if I am turning crazy!!
It didn’t take me too
long to reach Ellie’s room. She was my twelve-years-old beloved little child of
my life. Staring through her blonde hair and blue eyes that decorated her pale
face, I remembered my blessed wife, Bella. I entered the room to fill my
nostrils with one of my favourite fragrances. Although its high concentration
felt suffocating, I resisted on enjoying the pleasure it gave me.
I placed the tips of my
finger on her back. It was warm. Just as I glared through the beauty that
fascinated me, a voice called from far away saying that one day I’ll be
standing in this position all by myself. The feeling of solitary struck me for
a second, but then I reached out for a warm smile as I saw my child open her
eyes.
A few seconds of silent
looks, mutual looks were there. It was so obvious to wake her up so early, so I
wasn’t able to say a thing. From her face I remembered my old childhood days
when I used to tell my mother to give me more time to sleep. The sun wasn’t
awake yet and she would allow me to doze off for a while. This never happened
with Hailey, the wicked woman, the woman who made me suffer the rest of my
life.
My thoughts were broken
by the soft sound Ellie produced; it completely presented her fragility and
soft-edged personality.
I greeted her and left to
look for Tom who was awake all night. As usual in his generation, those
teenagers in their eighteens would wish to visit night clubs, but to Tom it
wasn’t just a visit it was a lifetime. This boy always drives me crazy as he is
never ashamed of his mistake. This makes me wonder the reason behind Bella pampering
him when he has to be a strong tough man with full intention to be better and
lead a good life.
I’ve never put in mind to
change him anyway because the chance of saving him is gone. He is LOST!! My
only and elder boy is totally lost with a group of reckless teenagers that we
can’t pick him from between them.
I opened the door to take
a look and left immediately to grab a bite as hunger was killing me!
We were seated on the
breakfast table my dear Ellie and I. We chucked in food without even uttering
one single word. Out of the blue, Ellie looked around and said anxiously,
“Daddy, where is mother?!”
“She travelled and would
be here soon.” I gave a quick reply without even thinking of it. This made me
feel as if I already knew that she would ask me this question. Ellie gave me a
look of dissatisfactory. She thought I was just a fool, because Bella was just
here yesterday plus it wasn’t common for her to travel without her bag and
clothes even if it was an emergency flight. Ellie nodded and agreed about everything.
After breakfast, I locate
myself in one of the longest streets of Edinburgh and started a pleasurable
walk. I had this strong passion to connect with nature. This made me feel as if
I’ve been away from a really long time. As I sat down between the colourful
blossoms, I wished that Bella was here with me. It is one of the best moments I
would ever spend in my life.
“Don’t think this would
last for too long!!” a deep voice completely taunted my mind. It was a familiar
voice that I wished not to hear again. It was her, my wicked step mother. Her
words echoed over and over again in my mind as I tried to forget about it. She
is dead. From 20 years, it is too long for me to remember her, but
unfortunately she awakened my dark past which could never be forgotten.
I still remember every
single day when we used to live in our farmhouse back in Cambridge. We use to
live a happy, enjoyable life when a
strong pneumonia made my mother bedridden for months, before she died. In that
period of time my father completely ignored her illness and started a new life.
He was sure she’ll die so he looked forward to his own future rather than
wasting time with an old ill lady and her two lonely kids. James, my elder
brother, and I were down in the dumps for several weeks, our family broke
apart. At that time, I hardly turned fourteen, which made me suffer what my dad
would have never experienced in his forty years life time.
The truth and grief that
followed was completely traumatic for my father. He wasn’t following up with my
mother’s health conditions, but when she died he plunged into great despair.
This was of a great shock to us. Eventually, Kames and I were forced to live in
a strange, suffocating house where it wasn’t bearable to live in. James tried
to comfort me, “We will adjust.”, but the strong feelings that were between
mother and I strongly persuaded me that it would be hard for me to continue
life here.
It looked like it never
really mattered to him leaving our dear old house where all our memories are. I
never got along with Hailey or her living style which was an increase in the
repulsive dislike towards her.
“Don’t try to remember
anything more,” the voice commanded, “You would end up in total grief!!” I was
completely astonished. I fled back home, tucked myself in bed and forced myself
to sleep. But my busy mind didn’t stop the thoughts that continuously flew into
my grey cells.
Was this true or is it
just a DREAM…?!
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