The Wounded Wing

Chapter 2: Betrayal

I don't clearly remember how things happened or how exactly I reacted towards it, or maybe I wasn't in a condition to clearly comprehend what had happen. What I do remember is, the numbness I had.

It wasn't supposed to happen to me. I was the topper, I was the one who ruled academics in school. Academics was my strata, the only strata I was respected in.

I remember all these thoughts. I remember the panic attack.

I dreamt of getting into "The Prodigy College" since I learnt how to dream.

After all the hard work done, all the questions practiced, it was simply unbelievable that I failed to get enrolled into it.

I remember people telling me that it wasn't the only worth having thing in my life. You know, it's in the nature of the people to advice.  But it wasn't that unimportant, I might have simply moved on if it were some regular unit test. It wasn't just some exam for me, it was one of my wildest desires.

It was like a seed sown long ago, which was watered regularly, which was fed with pesticides and insecticides adequately, which was given every possible care that could have been given. But at the time of ripening of fruits, the tree was uprooted all together by some storm.

When you watch a tree on whom you have showered so much love and dedication, uprooted. Then tree is not the only thing that the storm takes. A part of your soul is also carried away.

I was shattered, I had no idea what to do with my life anymore.

I was crying as loud and as vigorously as I could, there were times when I could barely catch my breathe. But that didn't stop me, or to be exact, my tears were no longer in my control to stop.

When your fortune is dedicated to stab you, you get knocked out from all the possible sides of your surroundings, in the same way, hammering the last nail on the coffin, came a call. It was a call from my father.

I declined it. I declined it twice, thrice. The ring began to annoy me, I wanted to throw my phone away but I didn't have the strength to do that. I just wanted it to stop but it wouldn't. It kept on ringing, soon I realised that to make it stop I had no other option.

So, I picked it up.

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"You failed? Seriously? Claire Hemsworth!!! .......... I expect an answer, what are you upto these days? Huh? I mean you always presented yourself like the most intelligent one, right? So where the hell on earth did that intelligence went. It's all your mother's fault, she spoiled you with the luxury. Now please don't blame it all on luck and destiny if you would've worked hard enough, you would've got the admission. Numerous students get admission there every year, I demand a proper explanation!"

His words darted like arrows towards me.

"Y...you don't have the right to say any of this!! What do you know about the hardwork I did or didn't do. You left me and my mom, and that very day you lost all your rights over me. You can't just randomly call me someday and start yelling. It's not festive season yet father, so you don't have to worry about us right now. Go and hangout with your band!!!"

Silence took over the conversation.

My legs and hands were trembling. My mouth was peculiarly dry.

In a firm and authoritative tone he said, "Claire, you have lost your manners alike your intelligence."

Then he hung up.

I felt like I was back stabbed, not by my father but by my own destiny.

It was a betrayal, I will never be able to overcome.

I just lied down on the floor. Way to weary to move and I passed out.

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