DIFFERENT LIFE'S PERSPECTIVE(ON HOLD)

CHAPTER 16

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one
~George R.R Martin

This updating thing is harder than I thought😩.

DAFE JAMUIKE DESMOND

It was raining. Mum always loved the smell of the rain, she said it was refreshing and calming. I thought otherwise, the smell of rain always made me feel sick. One day I told her that and got the scolding of my life. I mean, it's just rain.

When I still had mum with me, she would send me on so much errands that I would wish she could just leave me alone and go away but now that the universe had finally decided to grant my wish, I would do anything to get her back.

The irony of life

A guitar was on my lap, a new one after I destroyed the old one. A book with a blank page was beside me, yeah blank because I couldn't get any words on it.

Once upon a time, I used to write lyrics like I was writing a list for what I want for my birthday. Once upon a time music used to be my therapy, my sanctuary, my soul.

It still is but it just doesn't seem the same without mum.

Nothing ever seemed the same without mum

The last song I wrote was weeks after dad took mum away from me. I was sad, confused and I felt tormented and I had to let out all the negativity and that was it.

The lyrics just kept on following and following... well along with the tears. This week was supposed to be a week for me to be happy because well I made the cut but that didn't even feel like an achievement to me.

Sure I know I am good and all but I also know that without dad's help none of this would have been possible and that made me feel dirty.

I shouldn't accept anything from the very person that took my world away from me, but here I am in his luxurious house driving his luxurious cars and eating his elaborate food.

Mum's birthday was around the corner, I always spent the day the same way. Sulking and wishing that she would come back. At least even if I only get to see her but of course dad made sure that never happened.

I heard the gates being opened and I looked out of the window to see dad's Mercedes-Benz S-class, yup that was how rich he was. I dropped my guitar back in its case, finally giving up the idea of trying to write anything down.

At least I tried.

I wore my pam slippers and casually strolled out of my room. I could hear multiple voices and laughter and I almost snorted. I could recognise a female voice and my curiosity rose.

I went down the stairs trying to be as quiet as I could. The amount of noise they were making was already becoming irritating and I felt like smacking the hell out of them.

I saw dad holding a woman by her waist will they continued flirting with eachother, he seemed a bit tipsy. The woman on the other hand was very gorgeous, she was very dark but her skinned looked magnificent like if she was under the sun, she would actually start glowing.

If it was under another circumstance, I would have liked her. She had the friendly features and all but she was with my so called father, flirting with him while he had a wife outside which he had neglected for many years.

The only feeling I felt towards this woman was resentment and pure disgust, was she supposed to be mum's replacement? Was she the reason dad left mum in the first place?

I stood them watching them as they flirted like teenagers totally unaware of my presence. It made me so angry that while I had spent half of my dad sulking and wishing things weren't the way they was, he was busy having fun.

It took about 10mins before they eventually noticed me, they didn't even notice me, I had to fake cough really loud to get their attention.

The homewrecker, that was what I was calling her now, looked embrassed as she quickly stood up from father's laps.

Such a disgusting sight to see.

"Oh, Desmond, this is Kamsi my ehn.... special friend" he finished smiling

Special friend? What does he take me for, a kid?

"Kamsi, this is Desmond, my son" he continued and Miss homewrecker smiled, showcasing her pearly whites.
"Nice to meet you Desmond" she said, embarrassment still evident in her voice.
"She's staying for dinner" dad continued "then afterwards I want to speak to you"

I wanted to agrue. To tell this woman to run away, that this is probably the worse decision she is ever going to make and that she would regret it.

I wanted to tell her to stay away from this man I called my father, I wanted her to know how much of a monster he is but most especially I wanted to tell her to stay away because mum is irreplaceable and she is coming back.

I hope

I couldn't do this right now because for some reason, I felt drained, I felt so tired. It was probably because lately I've been over thinking and stressed mentally plus the look in my father's eyes communicated unspoken words but the message was clear

'Don't you dare fuck this up'

I wanted to laugh in his face and tell him how all this was already fucked up, from the minute he decided to snatch me away from mum. I glared at him first then at Miss homewrecker before I walked out of them and walked back to my room.

I heard him say something to her like 'Don't bother yourself, he'll come around. I'll make sure he'll be there for dinner'. I scoffed.

I would like to see him try

I spent the rest of my day in my room listening to music and doing some online shopping, might as well waste the old man's money.

At a point I thought they had forgotten about me until I felt a soft knock on the door. I didn't even bother to get up my bed. I just increased the volume of the music.

"Open the door Desmond"

I ignored him

"Desmond open the door"

I still ignored him

"Jamuike, open the door"

I clenched my fists hard, he knew what he was doing. He was emotional blackmailing me.

The bastard

I flung the door open and he looked taken aback by my aggressiveness. He should have thought twice before pulling that stunt on me.

"I need you down for the dinner" he said slowly as if trying not to anger me.

Too bad he already did.

"I am not coming" I said in the same tone, he eyes looked mad with rage before they soften and he did something he hadn't did in a while.

He made a promise.

"I'll let you call her" he said slowly almost sounding unsure.

I knew he was bluffing, I knew he wasn't going to keep his promise. He had tried that same stunt numerous times before and I always fell. He stopped doing it when I stopped falling for it.

I so badly wanted to slam the door on his face and tell him I wouldn't fall for his stupid lies but at this point I was weak, both mentally and emotionally. I was ready to believe anything he said right now, and he knew that and was using it to manipulate me.

I strolled down the stairs quietly behind my dad. I sighed in defeat. I failed...... again, just like always.

A/N: This chapter is supposed to be very long but abeg I don tire.