Don

Chapter Seven-Part two

Chapter 7

Part 2

Don just couldn't make it to sleep after three. It became a nightmare for him. To engage himself, he thought of his past-

Born in some slum, I used to be the attention seeker. Mom, I don't remember her much. She used to drink a lot and lose her temper and used to hit me with a whip. She used to leave me at the house, while father went to work. She was a prostitute, yes she used to go with some men. Her life was pretty much resentful. I did not really want her much, neither did she. We were like three siblings. Two of them had already left, where, I did not know.

Then there was me, I was the one father liked the most. He worked for some tea stall. He eked out his living-some pennies, which he would always spend on me. Getting chocolates, oh how I wish that father was there. Then, I was adopted by some family. My parents gave me away. I thought that they loved me, it was a drama. Father did not care for me, it was all the drama. Mother had left father after that, said she couldn't live with him.

I was adopted by some rich family. I don't remember their name or the surname but there was some little girl of theirs who used to play with me. We always played some game of cop and thief.

She always used to opt for the cop and I was automatically made the thief. These games take you by nature. I am now the mafia, as I used to play the part of thief. I always wanted to be in the spotlight, where people would be after me.

I enjoyed the riches. It became a habit of mine, to live between them.

The family seemed extremely rich to my parents, they had handed me in their care thinking I would become something respectable. Would do something great. And here I am, the greatest smuggler.

I enjoyed the lifestyle of that new family. The mother, would always look after me, leaving her own real flesh and blood. Used to call me Ben. How I hated that name.

That was not much of a torture, the real one came much later when I grew up. The father wanted me to go in his business. Some shitty firm of his own, said it was one of the biggest firms in the whole world. It made a lot of money each day. The only thing I enjoyed there was the comfortable environment, just that. I fought with the father when I grew up, told him that I was the unique type. Business was not meant for me. The girl had gone to London to study for the Intelligence, the cop business.

I liked her somewhat, used to fight with me. Hate me, with all her heart. And why wouldn't she? I had taken her parents forever from her. They had forgotten her. They loved me and only me.

I was totally indifferent to the love, the affection, the care they had provided me with. I wanted to go to my old house. I used to whine and cry the whole night to go back to the old house who had refuted and neglected me the most.

I hated the atmosphere of the new, comfortable house. I hated it all. It was offensive.

But it was soon all over, one night I had creeped out of the house and like a wild, free bird, I had left it all in the past. I did not care to look back. I cared for the future. I cared for what had to come.