Deceived By My Little Mate

Chapter 1

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There's a saying that once you tried something addicting, you could not pull yourself out of it.

I can't literally say that the thing that I will be talking about for a few sentences relates addiction but majority of people will say that it helps you forget certain things that weighted your mind. It helps you loosen up a bit. I'd say, it unravels the hidden part of your thoughts that others were clueless about. The cause is one of the common addiction of society, it is drinking too much alcohol.

Alcohol has been my dad's consolation and addiction. Because of alcohol, my dad was almost driven out by sanity.

"Dad, don't!" I could not stop crying; shockingly, he didn't put it down and aimed his gun on my forehead head. His hands did not even shake a little. I stared teary at his red ones.

"You're stupid, just like your mother!"

"Please stop!" I cried out, standing before my mom. Thinking that things will go worse if I do nothing.

"Nooo!" Mom shouted and pulled me back, slamming the door and quickly locking it. I guess she saw dad's determination to pull the trigger.

My mom cried so hard, covering her face. She could not comfort me as she embraced her own sorrow. So was I. I was busy wiping up my pool of tears and calming my racing heart as we sat on my bed. We didn't say a word and just kept on crying; our cries were our only consolation.

I could faintly remember dad's expression that night, but his bloodshot red eyes were full of hatred and pain, like he had been so pent up. Mom must have said something to him that caused him to explode....

Presently...
I shook my head and tried to focus on my work. No matter how hard I tried to forget that event, it just popped up. It's not that easy to just forget unless I'd get amnesia; that would be awesome.

I set my family's picture aside and resumed writing the financial report that the manager shouldered on me; this was not in my job description. This firm is a multiple-specialty trading company, and I mostly focus on checking the products to make sure they are undamaged materials or goods, but I couldn't refuse the manager. I mean, he is the bossy, A.K.A bully one around here.

"Alex! Look alive! The bully is coming this way!" Jason alerted me and I abruptly stood up to scan.

"Ah shocks! I'm not done yet." I grumbled.

"Nope, kidding!"

I am aware that he knew how rattling my anxiety spikes when the manager shows up. And he still does it anyway to spite me.

Unexpectedly, he jokingly punch the center of my chest and I gasped nervously as I wavered on my shaky legs.

It was a close call, a little more further he would have hit my soft spot, then he would have been suspicious.

Darn you, Jason!

"Jason! If you do that one more time, you're going to regret it!"

"Ooh, scary." He looks ridiculous when he makes a monkey face, the only thing missing was the banana. "You were spacing out for the last thirty minutes! Seriously, what crawled up your mind?"