"Done staring?"
I looked down immediately, my hands still trembling in fear.
"Leave a message for the man. We'll take this one." Are they talking about me? He said to his man, all the while glaring down at me. I could feel his eyes practically borin...
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Flashback:
"I'm so sorry but we couldn't save her." The doctor said and bowed his head in front of us.
Beside me, my dad just stood numb while staring ahead. His face unusually devoid of any emotions hardly unveiled that he just lost the love of his life, his wife forever.
Without saying anything to the doctor, he simply went inside the room where my mom was.
'I'm so sorry but we couldn't save her.'
'I'm so sorry but we couldn't save her.'
'I'm so sorry but we couldn't save her.'
'I'm so sorry but we couldn't save her.'
The excruciating words echoed inside my mind continuously, giving me a painful reminder of the harsh reality I was going to face now.
A reality without her, without my mother. ___________________________________________
6 months later.
I dashed towards my home not giving a damn about the ache in my legs. It's 8 pm already, not a big deal for many, but for me considering the situation I'm living in, it's very very dangerous.
My dad isn't in his best mood these days or I should say, he hardly stays in his senses to even have a mood. He comes home, drinks generously, sleeps, and then goes to his work.
What work you ask? My mother told me that he works in a bank and my naive 8-year-old self adhered to it blindly until I hit my teenage years. Dad's overprotective nature towards me and my mom rose up to being a pain in my ass. The hectic schedule of moving places regularly, not revealing our real identities to anybody or him sometimes entering home all stained in blood finally confirmed that his profession is not related to banking.
Then what exactly does my dear dad do?
Well...he never told me and now we don't even talk. It hadn't always been like this, we never had this imperceptible wall between us. We used to share a very great relationship but it all went down the hill after my mother's demise due to cancer.
Now we hardly make eye contact with each other, it's like we are just two new roommates obligated to live together. Sometimes, I think even roommates are slightly better than us. I don't blame him though. He lost his love, his life partner, and his soulmate just 6 months back. He needs time maybe?
But I often wish we could get back to how we used to be, me, mom, and dad. A happy family indeed.
I finally reached my home safely and opened the front door. Deciding to get fresh first, I rushed towards my room. I was about to head inside my bathroom when I heard a loud bang on the front door.
