"Please Dad please Mom don't leave me don't abandon me please I beg u, please"
"ahhhhhhh"
"Xander Xander wake up my son"
"hey Xander can you listen to me"
"ahhh huh huhhh"
"Dad what are you doing here?" I asked him with a confused expression on my face
"Are you ok you are sweating and you even screamed"
"I am sorry Dad I am absolutely fine Dad don't worry"
"again watched the same dream?"
what should I tell you Dad I can't give you stress I don't want to make you worry about me
"Why are you silent every time I ask you something about this condition of yours? its been over 18 fucking years still you are not ready to share it with me. I sometimes doubt do you even consider me your father?"
"its not like that Dad. its just nothing serious"
"what? do you think of me as a fool you are fucking screaming and sweating like hell for the past 18yrs and every fucking time you say it's nothing serious?"
I can't tell you Dad you have already done me a lot of favour me and I do not know how am I going to repay it off
"where are you lost now, Xander?"
"um...nothing Dad"
he took a deep breath before rubbing his temple then with a soft expression he patted my head
"You can share it with me whenever you are comfortable. ok?"
I just nodded my head
and with that, I saw his retarding figure
after he was out of my room I rubbed my face and then went towards the bathroom to have an ice-cold bath to shut down my thought and those fucking shitty dreams
I turned on the shower and stood under it for about an hour.
But I can't stop thinking about it.
will I ever be able to overcome this?
I want to ask so many questions from him.
why he did do that? to me to a kid who was just 10 years old?
during that period when I needed him the most?
why?why?why?
anger rushed through me and with that, I punched the wall in front of me.
To create an escape from reality for all those who wish to find an escape from reality and dive into a world where you find yourself being worshiped and loved unconditionally.
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