Harsh Realities

Chapter five: Farewell

My heart was beating fast. I didn't want to step in the house, because I wasn't ready to face problems. I enjoyed my time tons with Tyson, and one thing I was sure about is that I don't want to ruin my mood.

I stood by the broken door trying to slow down my heart's rhythm, but nothing helped. I took a deep breath until i thought that my lungs would explode. I took a step forward, but seconds later I found myself back to my start position.

Am I ready to hurt you, I said to my heart with a sigh.

Yes, you are strong enough, you can make it. Came my brain's response

I took a deep breath again, closed my eyes, tightened my fingers together, and took a step in. I opened my eyes to see nothing but an empty room. Where is everyone, I sighed. I took my way to my bed and lay there trying to avoid the situation I am in. There is this thing about me, I try as much as possible to hide from my problems, by just ignoring the thought and try to entertain. I garbed on of the books,from the mini-bookshelf Larissa gave me, and tried paying attention to the words but I couldn't. I threw the book away and quickly tears started taking their way through my face. I cried because I was bored of the same routine repeating everyday. I cried because I don't know how will my life end. I cried because I can't live a peaceful life any person thought of. I cried, and cried, and cried, until my eyes became rounder, hotter, and redder, as if my eyes were replaced with cherry tomato and hot sauce. I closed my eyes to sleep, but I couldn't because of my burning eyes. I wished that moment, that this whole life was nothing but a dream. I closed my eyes again, hugged myself, and waited for sleep to come.

I didn't sleep well that night, because of the repetitive thoughts that kept invading me. And to make it the situation even worse, I woke up upon hearing my parents fight, just like usual. It was a Saturday, which means "the-no-work-day" in our family. Most Saturdays, we would eat lunch as a family and try to avoid fights and problems. I made this decision and sure they had to follow my words since we were are fed up with dilemmas.

"Fights are forbidden during Saturdays" I stated the fact to my mother since she is the source of fights in this house.

"Well, I will no more listen to you and please don't try to make your self the boss here" she told me in a harsh tone.

Ouch, this was so true. Yes I make myself the boss here, because this house needs a boss. It needs someone to control the hectic life going on, and at least try to pacify the family members.

"Please don't get me wrong, I was just trying to fix things going on over here" I whispered. I was hurt of the words mother threw on me.

Here is one thing about me, as much as I try to be a strong confident person I cant because I am so sensitive. Whenever I try to have a decent talk with my family about our situation, both my parents would start fighting and their fighting would always make me cry. But somehow, i sometimes manage to get confidence. It just depends on the situation, and people I am facing.

"So, glad you woke up, your mom and I have something to chat about" came my father's voice crushing the silence.

"Actually, I don't have that much time. Kyra, I finally found an exit from this hell we are living in. But sadly, You and Liv won't come with me" I stayed silent, I knew whatever she said but I didn't dare ask why

"You see, I believe you don't belong to me anymore. Let your worthless father explain everything" with this she left the room.

I followed her to the main door, there I saw Liv crying silently and hugging the twin. I stood there motionless, I didn't dare to move. My mother forcefully pulled the twins from Liv's embrace and took them in the white taxi. The taxi started fading in the streets, while i was still in my place. Liv came closer to me and hugged me. She kept crying, while my brain couldn't possess the information. This was too much for us to handle, plus this can't be it. My mother can't leave without giving us an appropriate farewell. Of course the whole thing is a joke. Of course she will come back and take us to live happily ever after with her. I said to myself trying convincing my brain.

I went inside shaking my head trying to shake away all problems with it. I saw my father staring helplessly at the ceiling. I went closer to him, making sure that Liv is following me.

"Maybe we should block this window and you will have to work" He said before digging his head in his hand and start to moan.

I didn't care to whatever he said, because I have more important things to deal with. I had to brighten Liv's mood. I knew what will do it, so it linked my fingers into her tiny ones and pulled her toward the door. We left our destroyed father behind us trying to find some cheerfulness around the place. I think that was one of the times were all my confidence would pop up all at once. I took Liv to the ugliest place a person would witness searching for some desired bliss. That is right, I took her to the darkest side were Tyson live because I am dump enough. The deeper we dig in the place, the darker the place becomes and the tighter I hold Liv. Even though it was two hours after dawn, the place wasn't that lit. It was because people decided to hang their clothes under the sun to help it dry. The clothes' shadows did nothing but make the place gloomier, not to mention the smell or the ambiance.

We were getting closer to a small cafe, which was packed with people who decided to gathered as groups around the classic round cafe table. I think I saw Tyson's face in one of the groups, so I mover closer calling him for rescue. I guess he didn't hear me, so I went closer trying to allure his attention. Instead of being heard by Tyson, some random guy pulled me closer to him.

"You can have me, I am better than the Tyson guy you are searching for" he whispered in my neck

I didn't respond since I was paying attention not to lose Liv's grip. What was I thinking when I came here. Every cell in me started shouting, while my brain had to work really hard to push away those thoughts and find a rescue.

"TYSON" I shouted my heart out until i felt that my vocal folds would be cut.

I was glad that I was able to shout because the next thing I saw was Tyson's blue front door.