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Rhayem Rebhi


After being left by his father, Carl continues his Life with his mother Martha as they struggle to survive in a modern society until one day, an accident takes place that changes the boy's entire life .


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Clark < dad ? >

Mathew< What's the problem Clark ? >

Clark < Can i ask you something ?>

Mathew < Sure anything you want . >

Clark < This Saturday is my birthday and i would like to have a party in the house with my friends can i get your permission ? >

Mathew < Of course you're free to do whatever you want . And as a bonus I’ll get you want . Hmm let's see , how about that toy we saw the other day ? the one with the armor and spear . >

Clark< The one from Gladiator ? >

Mathew < Yeah that >

Clark<Omg thank you dad you're the best . I love you >

Mathew< I love you too son >

Martha < You're spoiling him again >

< What's the harm ? he's our son . Loosen up a little >

Clark <Yeah mom please >
Martha < You and your dad with that look . You know i can't resist that look . Fine but just this time >

Mathew< Yes thanks Martha . Come on Clark you too . >

Clark < Thanks mom >

The most of my childhood memory are vague but that one I remember correctly . That was the last conversation I had with my father . Mathew Bill my father's name . He was a gentle man while i was growing up , the man of the family , a reliable person a loving dad and a supporting husband .

But that started to change by the time i turned seven . He started coming home late reeking of the smell of alcohol and cigarettes . Whenever mom opened a conversation about it , he always said that it was for work purpose and because she didn't wanna make a scene in front of me , she always let it slide by . When day he got home really late the night of my birthday after he promised me

to come and get me a present . When my mother asked him about it , he said it was for work purposes . But mom didn't buy it . Instead she started searching in his clothes and his brief case and there it was . A brief case full of cigarettes and money receipts and all sort of bad stuffs .

For mom that was the final straw . Not only did he miss his son's birthday , he comes home late doing god knows what and saying it's for work purposes . She got really mad and started throwing his stuffs around . They both started screaming and the conversation heated :

< Martha what are you doing ? >

< I'm getting rid of the things that are obviously more important to you than your family ! >

< That's absurd ! >

< Really ? is it though ? . Because lately i feel like i'm living with an alcohol addicted middle aged man !>

And the conversation continued with exchanging insults and flying papers and stuffs here and there . Certainly something a 7 years old kid shouldn't witness . Until finally dad couldn't take so he hit my mom . I was stunned witnessing that and i rushed to help my mom . One i looked up to my dad , the look in his eyes was terrifying . Loath , disrespect a face a father shouldn't show to his family followed by :

< Why are doing this ? what are you doing that ? i'm sick of you and your complaining that never end . >

< You don't mean that ! what about your son ? >

He started laughing as if he was high which left us stunned and continued :

< I was just pretending . Who in the world would want to be a member in your little pathetic family ?All along i was measuring your understanding but i had enough of it ! this is it ! >

And as he said that he walked out and slammed the door and the was the last time i ever saw him .

Mom was a train wreck but i was just a 7 years old boy . I didn't know what's happening around me and i kept asking < Where's my dad ? > over and over and every time she tried to be as understanding as possible until one day she lost it .

She was involved in a great debt that dad left because of his gambling issues and while she was preparing the dinner , I asked again . She wasn't in her right mind so she took the knife and seriously aimed at me . I Instantly tried to dodge but the shock and denial prevented me from moving as i watched the blood on the knife from the wound landed on my eye .

I collapsed screaming in pain and my mom switched as if she was an another person

< Where's my dad ? when is he coming back ? why did he left ? knock it off already !

Why don't you ask him ? if you miss him so much why don't you pursue him ?

Why don't ask him why did he leave ? why did he did what he did ? >

In that moment I realized my mother's pain and that she was just trying to act tough in front of me . I hugged her and promised that I won't ask for my dad anymore and she came to her senses and started to cry . From that moment she decided to take care of me and never do anything reckless like that .

It wasn't the best life but mom did her best . After i graduated from college at the age of 22 i started working in a real estate company and my mom got a job as a secretary .

One day , we were out of supplies so we went to the mall to get some ingredients .

On the way home , mom brought up a topic that I never thought she'll bring up :

< Clark do you miss your father ? >

< I thought we weren't gonna talk about this >

< I know i wasn't the best mom for you . I didn't take care of you , i was always angry and when you asked about your father i assaulted you . The scar on your eye is still there .

I know it's a lot for me to ask but i hope that one day you can forgive me . >

< Come on I could never ... >

< Look out ! >

After she said that she pushed me so hard that i felt on the sidewalk . When i opened my eyes i saw my worst nightmare . She was lying on the street with blood all over her .

A truck's driver didn't respect the red light and went speeding on his own hit her by accident .

I rushed to help her and started shouting :

< Somebody help ! any one call 911 ! please save her . I'm begging you .>
But it was too late she died instantly . And as i held her body i felt it . It was cold and lifeless . And watching my hand filled with blood , i was overwhelmed by emotions of denial and shock and i started saying :

< She's dead , she's dead . It's was my fault it was all my fault . It was all my fault .

If it weren't for me , she wouldn't have been through all this . She wouldn't be dead .

I did it I killed her I killed her I killed her . >

I kept repeating that over and over as people were trying to pull me away from her .

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