Rain Again

chapter 1

I'm Theo Martin, It was 25th August2016, my 13th birthday and probably the worst birthday ever. It wasraining like every of my birthday. This birthday showed me the real colors ofmy father, my father who meant no one to me suddenly showed up at our placejust when my friends started arriving, not to mention that I saw him after 6years and he is standing in front of our house making a mess. I still rememberhim calling my mother a 'slut' for earning money, when all he does is gamblingwith my mother's savings as soon as mother denied to give him money he showedat our place dead drunk, swearing. He was wearing a black jean with a blue shirtwhich didn't seem to be blue anymore as the color faded, his hair was long andit was tied with a rubber band, he couldn't stand properly, his speech wasslurred but I still remember every word he said "Eva, you still have the insaneskills of seducing men huh?!?" he said grabbing my mother's hand his gaze movedto my sister just to "And you are teaching Sarah the same thing huh?!? Why onearth is she wearing these dresses?!?" my mother said "this is not the rightplace to discuss all these things please come inside" "why, you are scared that you will lose theimage that you created by having sex with other men huh?!?" my mother slappedmy father, to my terror he held my hand started dragging me, I started crying whatelse do you expect from a child? My father said "Can you stop crying like apussy? You are a man act like one!!" to make it worse my bully rather my maternal cousin said "How can he stop that? Don't you know he likes guys" and he started making those monstrous laughing noises which almost made me nauseous, my father added "You are gay? And your mother has the audacity to celebrate birthday of such disappointment? What are you good at huh???" Sarah said "he sing—" "oh so you sing what a slutty family my goodness" then everything happened so fast I even forgot to breathe Uncle Mark punched my father right in the nose and it started bleeding my father said "So this is the man you pulled my having se—" another three punches on his nose and he was unconscious by then. My mother was dating Uncle Mark for few months although it didn't work out but he was the fatherly uncle I ever had. After all these my mother asked guests to leave with after having dinner since then I never celebrate my birthday not because I was scared that my father would show up again but I always had the feeling that I was a disappointment because I was neither good at academics nor at sports and about singing, I sing only when I'm sad or stressed in other times it feels like I'm not feeling music I can't sing when I'm happy though, I'm barely happy. Singing is no talent of mine just a stress reliever or just a hobby....