autumn 🍁

On the bright side

After my "fight" with my father I was laying down on my bed, thinking about my life. My father hated me from the day I survived a horrible accident in which my mother died. I survived but I was fighting for my life and my father never visited me, at least that I was told because I was in a coma for a few months. My mother was very loving person. The day when she died was very sad for all of us. I mean... For them. When I woke up from the coma she was already bead and buried. I was devastated. Then after I recovered, I came home just to see my father look at me with haired in his eyes. How can someone hate so much their own child? I didn't ask for me to survive. If I could switch places with her I would do it even now, after 10 years. For a 15 year old child that was so painful, but I learned to suppress my feelings because I knew that this kind of hatred would not pass. At this time this... Events happened I am 25 and I'm laying on the bed after someone probably boke my rib, as I hope it's just one, and I don't feel shit. I don't feel pain, I don't feel sadness, I don't even feel anger. And then, all of a sudden I hear my bedroom door. I looked, to see who was it. There stood my brother, he looked at me with pale look in his eyes.
- I talked with father. He will go on to see someone about his... Drinking habits. He will be gone by tomorrow, and he will not come back until he is sober and okay.
I tilted my head a little bit.
- Good.
I looked at Reece. What was I supposed to say? Congratulations?
- Aut... I am truly sorry for what happened to you... I...
I looked at him with hope that my brother will finally talk to me a bit more than few words after nearly decade.
- Yes brother?
- Nothing.
He walked out of my room and closed the door.

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It's been 2 years and my father was free again. By that time I moved out, I worked some jobs I am not proud of, not because they were bad, but because what people did to things I made, but I had enough money to have everything I wanted and needed. For me that was enough. In that two years I did not hear a word from my brother, but I was disappointed before.
At this moment I really don't expect anything from my family. And then... My phone started ringing. My father was calling me. I don't know what, but something in my told me to answer, so I picked up.
- Autumn...
He said.
- Father.
I sad with very cold voice.
- I need to talk to you. Can I see you?
- If you wanna talk to me, talk now. What do you want?
- Autumn, one of my friends needed to sell his company, so I bought it.
- And?
- And I want you to work in it.
- And why is that?
- Because I think it would be good for you.
- And when did you started to care for me exactly?
- Autumn... Just think about it. I heard you quitted your job month ago. You can really use this opportunity.
That was true. I was jobless at that time and really needed a job.
- Okay. What is it?
- It's a job at the nursery.
-  A what!!!! Are you absolutely gone mad?
- Autumn, I want us two to start on a fresh start, so please.
- Okay... But if someone's offspring ends up dead it's not on me
- Of course.
- Okay.... When will I start?
- Tomorrow.
- Okay. Send me an address.
I hang up, and went straight to bed. Kids are my living hell, but I do really need a job. So this will do, for now.