MIRACLE (✔️)

35: Claude

Chapter 35

-Claude Laurent-

I'm a troubled kid.

I have the same kind of burning passion and determination as my father. Those are just honestly kind long words to say that I'm fucked up just like my father. I'm going to grow fucked up just like him.

My mother used to say that to me when she was alive. But the woman was only bitter and hateful of my father because he left her for another woman. He left the both of us, his family, to go after that woman.

Growing up, I hated that woman who my father was so infatuated with.

I was ten when my father suddenly packed all of his stuff and decided to leave us.

I was ten when everything fucking changed.

My mother and I were left on our own, maman was so furious and hurt that she turned to alcohol and illegal substances to cope with being abandoned by her husband. So I was honestly left on my own to take care of myself and her. I was forced to grow up fast.

At the time, I didn't mind all of the burden placed on my shoulders because at least I want alone, I still had my mother, even though she barely recognizes me as her son everytime she's high as a kite. It's alright. I still had her. I wasn't alone, that's what's important.

But that didn't last long because just after two months since she started using drugs, she overdosed and died in an instant. I was torn in two. I was fucking horrified. But not by my mother's death, but only because I knew then that with her passing I was really all alone now. My greatest fear came true.

Being left alone has always been my number one fear.

Thankfully, a week after her funeral, my father suddenly returned again.

I know I should've been mad at the man, I should've blamed him for my mother's untimely death, I should've yelled and hated him, but I didn't.

The moment I saw him again, I ran and jumped into his arms. I remember just feeling so fucking grateful not to be alone like I thought. He hugged me back and apologized, promising me that he wouldn't leave me alone again.

Then he finally told me all about the woman he left us for, the woman my father loved since he was a teenage boy.

The famous and talented pianist, Aurora Lefebvre-Astor.

My father said that he loved her so much, but she only broke his heart when he offered it to her. My father was only a humble man who had a blue collar job as he was unable to finish high school and since he had no money that's the reason why Aurora turned him down and instead chose that famous American billionaire CEO, Declan Astor. That heartless bitch.

But he said that all is forgiven as he finally had the closure he needed with that woman when he left. He said she finally wants to be with him too, but she couldn't leave her children behind so they parted once again and my father came back to me.

My father and I lived together happily after that, just the two of us, and I was contented. That was until a monster of a man suddenly stormed inside our house one night, he knocked down my poor father and dragged him to his car, and I was there hiding in the corner scared as fuck. That was the very last time I saw my father.

I could still remember that monster's face even up to this very day.

And it was that monster's fault that I had been alone once again, left as a fucking orphan at just the age of ten, and I knew he did something horrible to my father, he killed him.