TEACH ME NOT 2 HATE LOVE

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🧑Nik Anthony POV🧑

Bam! McCarty kicked off the bathroom door and rushed into the shower.

Phew! He took a breath of relief when he found me folded up on the shower floor, water beating down on me.

Yeah, I was a total mess. Completely messed up.

And according to McCarty, it's been over two hours since I've been in the shower, so he was worried about my well-being. He was starting to think the worst. That I was attempting to kill myself. As if I'd do something that stupid.

He banged on the door. Call out to me even, he said. However, I didn't hear anything. I was too busy blocking out the world. And that is why he had no choice but to break in here.

But when he saw that I was not hurt physically, he scolded me and got upset over my pathetic state. He literally chewed iron, dragged me out of there, and forced me to get dressed.

Then he took me to the living room to chill out. And by that, I mean we eat and drink liquor. And when the alcohol starts to take effect, we chat and laugh until we pass out.

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Around noon the next day, McCarty brought me and my mother to my house. And the second Tajea laid eyes on me, she started arguing like a crazy person. As expected.

She was very upset, furious, mad as hell, and yet worried about me at the same time. For not coming home last night. For not calling her to let her know I wasn't going to be home. Or let her know my whereabouts. If I was safe or if I was hurt, nothing.

That is so sweet. She's concerned about me. And I'm sorry that I caused her so much trouble. I really am. But she wouldn't take my word for it. She was being stubborn.

Luckily, McCarty was there to explain to her everything that happened yesterday. Only because I couldn't bring myself to tell her.

Then she wasn't so mad at me any more. She felt sorry for me and spent the rest of that day comforting my deeply sad mother and me while attending to the very hyperactive little Nik. It couldn't be easy, yet she made it look that way. I'm so thankful for her.

The next day was my father's funeral. And the church was packed with business associates and members of my dad's work staff.

And out of all his children, apart from me, only two of my younger brothers were present. But to be honest, I wish none of them didn't show their faces here today, because seeing them just makes me more upset than I already am. It's unfair to them, I know. They didn't do me any wrong, but I just can't help feeling that way.

Anyway, the service was a long, sad, and lovely one. People went up there and said good things about my dad. Things I find very shocking to hear, but it's very nice to know there was another side to him. One that I didn't get to know because he was taken away from me.

There was singing and praise. Mother said a beautiful eulogy that made her cry, and everyone cried. The pastor prayed. Then we go out and bury him.

Afterwards, Tajea, little Nik, and I went home. I don't feel like staying and being consoled or given condolences by a bunch of strangers.

Mother didn't come with us, though. She said she had things to take care of. Probably gone to rescue one of her two useless sons out of some shit right now. I noticed her phone kept ringing during the funeral service. No doubt it was one of those shits pestering her. Everything will come to an end soon.

"Don't be sad, Uncle Nik. Grandma said that Grandpa is on a permanent vacation in heaven. A very magical place filled with love and happiness. And angels. She said we should be happy for him. So don't be sad." This was little Nik's way of cheering me up. It's not much, but it helped a little. "It might seem long, but one day we will all be reunited with him in heaven, partying forever." Yeah, that sounds like something Mother would say.