A Player's Responsibility

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“What the hell are you doing here?” I had never felt so angry in my entire life. It was like I had seen a ghost. “Hey son, remember me?  I’m your father.”  I held the urge not to punch the awful grin on his face.  “How can I ever forget, and I’m not your son and you were never my father. You have not answered my question. What the hell are you doing here?”  He tried to touch me and I backed away. “Look son calm down, and please hear me out”. I pushed him. “Did you come to laugh at her and mock her now she dead. Did you come here to confirm you’ve done the right thing by taking off with her nurse while she was dying of  breast cancer? Did you come to laugh at her corpse, you slimy bastard!” I went for him at one’s determined to hurt him, even kill him for what he her done to mom, how her left her, I wanted to hurt him for everything he had done, until I was held by four of my school mated who attended my mom’s funeral. Calm down was all I kept hearing. Then all of a suddenly sally emerge furious as hell with the commotion. “Sir I need you to leave right now, you need to have respect for the dead. you need leave now. You can talk to him later”

At home I locked myself in my room and refused to open the door for anyone. And in my room in the darkness, and loneliness I began to cry in my room. I did that for hours then I blacked out into oblivion submitting to the solace and peace of sleep.                                                                                     I woke up the next morning, my eyes were red and sour, my hair messy and tattered, and I was woken up by banging noises on the door that sent a jolt of pain to my brain each time the door banged. “I’m coming, who the hell it is”. I got up and opened the door rubbing my eyes.  “Hey Chloe, what are you doing here?  I couldn’t help but see the look of pity and concern in her eyes. “Sally was worried about you, everyone is worried about you. You can’t bottle this inside you need to let someone in”.  Chloe was talking too fast I could hardly comprehend what she was saying. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about”. I said, trying to get her to leave, but it was pretty clear she was here to lecture me.

She came in and made herself comfortable on my bed, shoving clothes to one side. “This place is a mess. You’re a mess. Look at you, you stink, your hair and everything. You need someone to help you josh!”  I opened the door “Chloe, I’m not in the mood” I said firmly and clearly. “Please just sit down let me talk to you”. I sat down next to her, half wishing I was somewhere else, somewhere I could hear my mom’s voice again. “Look, sally lost her mom too. She understands what you’ve been through. I also do. I never knew my dad and I lost my mom when I was 3, my step father through her off the balcony. He became my guardian, and anything he was drunk, he got mad and kept hitting me, he told me I think that no one should ever hear, did this to me that no real father would do to his daughter. He did that until I told my teachers and was taking into care and was adopted by a rich and wonder couple. The thing I’m trying to say is that I know what you’re going through, how you feel, even though you think no one understands. But at least you have one parent still around wanting to get to know you. And no matter what he did he’s still your father.  That’s all I have to say. I’ll see you later” and she left, and closed the door behind her.