Death Call (Part 1 complete)

Chap. 8.3

“Sure, why not,”

I feel his warmth for a moment until I fall asleep.

The next morning, dad is amaze. The company where he is presently working sends him a mysterious letter. He doesn’t want us to know what is inside it and when we look in his face while sitting down the sofa, the expression seems hopeless. I go near him and ask him what his problem is.

“Dad,” I seek his attention.

“Oh, Kath” his face rises up towards me. “Is there a problem?”

“No dad,” I sit beside him and comfort him. “I should be the one asking you that question. Is there a problem or anything that doubts you?”

“P-r-o-b-l-e-m,” he fears. His voice cracks like he is going to cry.

“Please don’t deny it, dad. I know what that meaning of your very sad face is. If you will tell us the truth then we will not worry about you anymore,”

“But this is my problem, Kath,” he confronts. “I don’t want you and your mom will be disappointed if you will know about this”

“Dad,” I want to cry for him. “Please don’t speak about negative things. We want you to tell us the truth”

He keeps silent and stands up towards the window. Then, he opens the curtains where the hidden sunlight is hidden. Mom abruptly walks near us and touches my shoulder. I turn around and look at her.

“If you don’t want to explain all about it dad, then, I will start to leave this house immediately,”

Mom suddenly hugs me.

Her tears run down from her sparkling eyes.

“Katrina, please don’t love dear,” she cries.

“Dad leaves me no choice but to leave. I rather go back to New York and work again than to stay here with my environment that is full of secrets,”

Later, I hear Isles voice.

“Kath, are you leaving? What are the hell things happening now, mom and dad?” he asks curiously. However, I can’t force myself to abandon again my love ones so easily. When I forwards my left foot forwards, dad suddenly holds my hands. He stops me from leaving. I hear mom crying so hard at the corner.

“Katrina, I have sinned. I hope you can accept me again,” he kneels down in front of me. I am speechless. Things are getting worse now.

“You are not joking dad, I know it. It is only a lie. Can you tell what is it?”

I feel like a rock pounds into a powder. It is a terrible heartache.

“Mom, why are you crying?” Isle asks.

“Son, you better go to your bedroom first,” Mom tells him.

I look at dad in a mournful reaction.

“I am sorry Kath. My job is illegal and I keep it as a big secret for how many years. I told your mom to keep it hidden because I know you will be upset. I think it is the only way to support our family,”

“No dad, I don’t believe you. Can’t you just tell me the truth?” I scold. My knees fall down unto the surface with great distress. He means that he let me finish my studies while he is doing an illegal job. Thus, the financial support is not real and true. I cry and cry until I feel mom’s warmth beside me.

“Katrina, stop it now. I have also committed sin to you. I lie that Isle is your younger brother. The fact is,” she stops. Dad still bows down his head. I stare at mom and throw away her arms. I cannot believe why they keep on lying to me. Why did they do this to me? What could be the reaction of my younger brother if he will know the truth?

“Dad I couldn’t believe that you did this to us. The two of you lie just to make us happy. Is that the meaning of happiness for you? I cannot easily accept that Isle is my step brother. I cannot accept that he is not truly a part of our family. You are an irresponsible father. You make us believe that everything is true. You are an unloving father. You only prove yourself unworthy for us,” I cry. He suddenly stands up and crashes my face with his hand. A heavy hand is what I really mean. The spank leaves a mark on my face. I can see his face in rage.

“You don’t have the right to tell those things unto me. I am still your father. I care for you; I love you, and take responsibility of you even though you are not my real daughter. Yes, what I have said is true. You are not my real daughter. I have only adopted you from my best friend. Your true father is my best friend. Before he dies, I promise to take care of you. I have ignored you once but I change my mind. I accept albeit I am contented with only one son,”

Suddenly, mom hugs him and forces him to stop. I only let the tears fall down like unending rain. It is painful. It hurts so much knowing that you are only an adopted child. I thought that Isle might be the adopted ones but I am wrong. It is me. It is me who is only born with lies. I don’t know what to do next after this. My mind keeps on telling me that I must leave this house and get away.

Stamp. I am stamp like a rock again. My pulse beats in a slow manner.

“Dad, it really,” I grasp. “It really hurts,”

“Kath, please,” mom pleases.

I know that I can break her heart if ever I will again. However, I need to accept first the things where I come from. I need to know who are my real parents are. I need to find myself from the past.

“But I need to,” I cry harder. “But I need to go mom,”

I go upstairs.

Isle meets me on the way with a smile and I rebound him too. He hugs me tight. I can’t even move when I can feel his arms around me. He is still my little brother no matter what happen. I kneel down and hug him. I cry harder than before.

“Kath, what’s the problem?”

“Nothing, it is just,” I hug him tight. It is like I never wanted to let go of him. “It is just about small things, Isle. Tomorrow, I will be back to New York and continue my job there. I tell mom and dad all about it. They already accept my final decision,”

“But, but,” his reaction is negative.

“I know what you are thinking. You never want me to leave but I need to work again Isle. I need to work in order to earn more money. I will miss you and I will promise to you that when I come back here, I will give you a special present”

“I will miss you too,” he kisses me on my right cheek and hugs me tight.

“I need to go now to my room and you must eat now your breakfast,”

“Okay, I will eat now my breakfast because it is too obvious that my tummy has no butterflies anymore,” he jokes.

I chuckle a little bit and stand up. I slowly open up my door and enter my room. I never want to leave this house. I am comfortable here. Nonetheless, I need to go back. I need to go away from here. Wait, does Dwight knows all about this? I rather keep this and not to tell him what happen. I prepare my baggage and also my things at my bed. One by one, I place it in my bags neatly. I insert all the things that are important for me except my notebook. My notebook is gone. I try to look everywhere for it but I cannot find it.