Suicide Baby

3. Father returning home.

Alex just held on to her, and so did Lyne.

Lyne knew that out of all those people in the world, Alex was the only one she could fall back on. Yes he was a bully, yes he was high most of the time, yes he was good for nothing. But he was the only one who even bothered about her.

Alex looked up. Loosing his grip on her, he spoke.

"There's something I need to tell you, Lyne"

"What?", Lyne answered.

"Your father's in town."

Silence. A long deafening silence. Alex could hear Lyne's heart beat in that cruel silence.

"Why?", Lyne's voice was feeble this time. There was the sign of fear, desperation. There was weakness in her voice.

"I don't know, I saw him near the 6th street crossing. He was in his car" said Alex.

Lyne was silent. She knew something was wrong, the last time she had seen that man, she was a kid, nine year old maybe. After that he only called occasionally, trying to remind her that it was he who kept on paying for her. Reminding her that she was his property and he still had complete control over her life.

But why was he here? What could he possibly want? Wasn't he satisfied even after destroying her and her mother's lives?

Lyne was cold.

Memories flashed in front of her eyes.

A little three year old baby girl, playing with her father's bag. Searching inside it for hidden chocolates and gifts, like she heard her friends do.

But what gift did she get? Another woman's picture?

She didn't know what it meant, or why her mother started crying at the sight of it. But something inside of her could tell that she was gonna lose her dad very soon.

Conflicts after conflicts, fights and battles, but still she managed to keep her parents together.

Which household doesn't have fights? She had said to herself.

Things were going pretty fine, until one day, on her seventh birthday her father gifted her a doll.

It was a big life like baby doll, with long black pony tails and a blue dress. Though she never liked playing with dolls, she loved that doll, because her daddy had gifted it to her.

But oh dead her fate, she later go to know that the dolls wasn't gifted by her father, it was from her father's then girlfriend.

She was shattered.

She felt cheated, betrayed, by that one man who was always supposed to protect her.

Now tell me, how could she even trust someone else?

By the time she was eight she had seen her mom try to commit suicide twice. Just imagine the amount of blood spilled on the floor, and that stained blade beside her mother's wrist.

That blade was still with Lyne.

And everytime, even now when she spoke to her mother, she could not prevent to see the scars on her mother's hands.

What was her fault? She was born to a fucked up man?

She was nine when her father moved out. While all the other girls were being told about the guys they were not supposed to date, Lyne's father was busy fucking with some uptown hoe.

At first she felt terrible, even though her father paid for her education, it was still difficult for her mother to give her the life she deserved.

Lyne sighed. so many thoughts had clogged her mind.

For so many years, growing up without a father was tough, but it was even difficult to grow up with a man who had no contributions in her life, but who acted like she was his own fucking property, like she was a piece of furniture.

Lyne was confused, why was he even there.

Alex knew Lyne was distressed, so he quickly ran to his bag and pulled out two joints, one for her and one for himself, and lighted them.

A smoke in and a smoke out. And the reality seemed blurred.

Because marijuana did what daddy couldn't do. It calmed her down. Made her happy.

But still in the back of her mind, peeping through the smokes of illusion, the thought of father returning home, still made her heart ache.