"Get out of my house!" my father, Robert King roared at me as he threw my stuff out the front door. My mom Grace, Zac, and Ellie were crying but they didn't do anything to stop my father. Tears streamed from my turquoise blue eyes to my scarlet cheeks as my father pushed me out of the house.
Did I have a choice? The man I dare call my father kicked me out of the house and slammed the door in my face. I examined the stuff he threw out the door; just a few necessities but something caught my attention. It was our family portrait. Somehow, even if my father chucked it out the door, it didn't have a crack nor even a little scratch. I scowled at it and stepped on it causing it to crack. I left it there as I grabbed my other stuff from the cold, hard ground.
I headed to the place where I usually went when I was feeling so damn low--the park. I sat on a bench and tried to sort myself out. I had so much questions running through my mind at that moment; where was I going to live? How was I going to continue my studies? How will I be able to satisfy my hunger and thirst?
My thoughts get interrupted by a guy sitting next to me. I refused to look at him as he might see that I'm in my weakest state and take advantage. "Hey there. Why are you gloomy on such a brilliant day?" a british accent asked me.
"My father kicked me out of the house.." I acutally got surprised that I told this to a stranger but that was all I needed.. someone to talk to. I let a sob escape my mouth. He stayed silent for a while, probably thinking of the right thing to say.
"Hey, don't cry love. Everything happens for a reason. You'll thank your father for this one day. Just don't ever give up. Your situation will get better..everything does." I didn't even know this guy but something about him made me believe everything he just said. And he gave me what I needed the most at that moment..
Hope.
