I waited, and waited, no one came. I opened the door, not a soul. I ran out, and looked at the room. I had never been so happy. The light was brighter, the carpet was softer, and the air tasted better. I rolled around those carpets, once again, jumped on top of the couch, then realized it was the perfect time to get my beloved bear. I approached the master bedroom, and right then I felt the negative vibes coming from door. I was scared, alone, and determined.
I opened the door and a sudden breeze hit me. The smell of flowers was strong, must have been mother's perfume. Her scent made me happy, I felt her passion and positive desires, but at the moment it just felt wonderful. I walked in and without thinking my body lead me to the closet. I dug through a pile of dirty man clothes, stunk more than a baby's diaper. I gave up, and decided to check under their pillows. Even there, nothing. Eventually the floor was full of dirty clothes, pillows, clean underwear, bras, and blankets, when a voice in my head said, "It's the devil." I turned around and saw a huge hand approaching my face. After that, I don't have a memory to what happened.
Mother was crying, her face was rose red, so clean and yet so pure. I was laying in my bed, and I couldn't move my face.
"Please! He's just a boy! Why don't you give him a chance?"
Mother.
"He's pure shit. Why would I raise shit?"
"Don't say that! He's my son. And now-- now who knows when he'll wake up!"
I'm awake mommy!
"Listen. I'll you give you the weekend, I'll be leaving for a job interview to meet the big boss. I am not going to tolerate with this." He grabbed her by her hair, "Did you hear me?"
"Yes sir."
Job interview..
"Now let's go to bed, I'll be leaving tomorrow after breakfast is finished."
They left the room, and soon I opened my eyes.
The very next morning all three of them were sitting down eating breakfast, the man was feeding little Thomas, giving him the love that he can't even offer my dear mother. Soon all the food was gone, then he was gone, and I was freed.
Love was in the air, everyone was having a good time. I know for sure he was, at this so called job interview.
YOU ARE READING
The Unloved Child
Short Story(17+?) To be part of a family one must feel wanted. But when the man that helped you be born doesn't love you. It's hard. Feeling unloved, hated, upset. Especially when your brother gets all the love and affection. So why not me?
