Obey me x male reader

🥀My father🥀

Sure,you might be wondering why on earth is the title 'my father'...as much as I am struggling to write this I hope someone would read this and give me some encouragement to go on....I beg you,if you have any hate comments,please don't put it here...not in this chapter at least...

Yesterday I got the marks of my previous exam.and as expected I aced everything except for language.my parents were very disappointed,especially my dad,because he always cared very much about my academics.we(me,my small sister and my mom) always used to speak to my dad through video calls,since he was abroad.

So yesterday after receiving my marks,I immediately knew the next thing was dad's expressionless face and his long lectures saying I would not get a job,or won't graduate and all that talks I despised.I was silent the entire time he talked to me.and didn't even bother saying a sorry or asking for an apology.Because I was stubborn as hell.but like always after a few days my pride loosens up and I got apologies and talk to that person once more.And today around 3pm again,we got another video call from him.mom and dad talked for a long while,talking and flirting with each other like usual.

I was writing notes from my laptop and on seeing me he said 'ah!there she is again in front of that laptop like a big business woman or something'. And I 'hmph'ed and did not talk or even bother to bid him good bye.Ah fuck,how I regret my stubbornness sometimes...then later as usual,I was teasing and bossing around my sister like a typical elder sibling.when we got a call,around 7pm,we got a call from one of dad's coworkers,he said that dad had a heart attack,and was now admitted to the closest hospital near his office.

The coworker said that dad had fallen off from his chair with the sudden impact and that his chest heaved up and down without the availability of oxygen. They heard heavy breathing and banging of furniture from his cabin and checked out his cabin to find him on the floor struggling for a mere breath. They immediately called the ambulance and went to the hospital.

My mom and sister started to cry.my mom had rushed to our prayer room and had fallen at the feet of the statue of god,saying that if anything happens god should take her life and not father's.

Mom and dad actually fights quite a lot,even for silly reasons but after they fight they get back together and love each even more than before after the fight.

I kept consoling her saying dad was a strong person,I mean,dude goes to the gym and also goes for a morning walk after that.he had only one illness that he had inherited from his family that is ,diabetes.but I firmly believed that the person who laughed and flirted just a few hours before and was completely fine...and I refused to believe that something would happen to him.

My mom called dad's cousin,who was living quite close to him. And he rushed to the hospital dad was admitted to.Minutes later we got a call from him saying that he was alright followed by a dead silence. And mom asked what was the issue when he said "I don't know how to convey it to you my sister(in my mother tongue,sister is how males address a female that is leader than them),but he's gone..."he finished conveying the life of a person in just a sentence,and how hardly that exact sentence ripped through our heart and tore it to pieces. and that's the final thing we heard through the other line before mom dropped her phone and started to cry endlessly and recollected all her good memories with dad.she said whenever she closed her eyes she saw dad's smiling face in front of her.

I got up from my place and went to the balcony,the cold breeze was blowing gently against me and I stood there with a blank face.I forced my self not to think about anything,but memories flooded to me and I screamed at the top of my lungs "no your not gone!I know your alive!come back,mom needs you,we all need you!just for a few more hours!" I helplessly shouted as tears flowed endlessly from my eyes.I wasn't able to say a final goodbye to him.I wasn't able to see his goofy smile,at least for one last time.

For the first time I wanted to hear more of his lame dad jokes no one laughed at but me,knowing that he would feel bad if I didn't,once more to get scolded by him,ones more to get covered in the warmth of his big bear hug he gave us.those playful little fight and insults we exchanged each other.

Our home,specially a flat right in the heart of a bustling city.everything is now gone,everything empty and a deadly silence fills the city around us.the weather is slightly cloudy along with slight drizzles now and then.creating a really gloomy atmosphere.

I've stop crying and screaming for a soul that departed the grounds of Mother Earth.I've accepted the harsh reality,and knew there was nothing I could do,well it was all a play of god and fate. 

My relatives are consoling my mom who is currently wailing about all the memories, and I'm in my bedroom writing this.

Always,writing helps me calm down even even I'm at my worst times.the last time I saw dad in real life was at September this year,the final thing he said to me before going abroad was-

"Your our jewel,I know we seem to show much more care to the younger one,but deep down we always love you more,you were the first one to call us 'mom' and 'dad',and as the elder daughter of the family,you should take care of your mother and sister while I'm away.you have many talents in you,but I love it especially when you get your hands on your violin.I don't think you realize it,but each note and melody you play,it is beautiful.I know one day you will make us all proud"

He was almost on the verge of tears as he said me these words and giving me one of his warm bear hugs.and after that he had retrieved something from the locked part of an old dusty cupboard we had in our storage room.it was something in a black case,it was an elegant black violin...for some reason I can't stop playing the song 'someone you loved' on that exact same violin he gifted me that day,the song has a whole new meaning now,for me.sometimes the notes get cracked and now you can see stains of teardrops on my violin....and dad?after giving me the violin,he walked away without turning back and now I get to see him in real life,but laying in a coffin surrounded by red roses....

For some reason today,I was scrolling through dad's Instagram.I saw the reel that he had finally put before departing,it was a song,along with it the video of a white flower that swayed gently in the wind.the song was in my mother tongue,a wonderful song,I'm not a great translator but the lyrics of the song translated to-

'Like a gentle petal in the wandering breeze...,

Why did you come this way?was it to bid me goodbye?'......

How it stabbed me right in the center of my heart...I couldn't control the tears that flooded my eyes and soon flowed down at the lines...but I'm happy for dad,he's now at god's paradise along side god and chilling,sipping some fruit cocktail(lol,that's how he told us to picture him in case he departed us)...the nickname I got from him was 'pretty brat'...it saddens me to know that no one will ever call me that again in my dad's voice....

In not saying I won't update this book,but I need a while to get back to my normal state of mind...until then,I hope you guys spend a lot of time with your family,and try to make as much happy memories as possible....

~Amy...