『The Rhythm Of Despair』

26|Father?

I strum the guitar the last time to finish up.

The crowd went wild as I grin. This is what I've wanted to do, I want people to love my music and smile to the beautiful tunes I make for people.

I head outside after the party was over, with my guitar behind me.

I hear loud footsteps behind me which make me turn around.

But the person or whatever was making that sound wasn't there and the sound stopped too.

I look around a few times until I spot someone, someone who caught my eye.

A man in a fancy jacket and a black beret.

The man was lit by the road lamps and I got to see a bit of his face, a pointed purple and black beard, black emo styled hair and a cigarette in his mouth.

Within that second, I feel my heart stop. I fear that he may be.. Who I think he is.

In fright, I walk over to a tree which I hide behind and dial Mom's number.

"Hello?" A muffled voice.

"Ahh! Mom!"

"Aye! Luka, how did you're party go?" She asks.

"Mom, I'll talk about that later!" I say in panic.

"Child, what's wrong?"

"Mom." I say whilst looking at that man who was walking away to someplace. "Mom, I think.. I.. Mom! FATHER IS HERE!"

All I could hear from her was something drop. I put my phone away and start walking towards the man.

If he is my Father, what is he doing here in Paris?

I run towards him and stop to look at him, "stop!"

The man stops walking to look behind.

All I hear from him was an evil cackle, "Oh, so you've made it here!"

"I know that you're Father, also known as Jon Le' Cier Couffaine." I confidently say. "So! Answer my questions.. NOW!"

"What do I have to answer?"

"Why did you leave?!" I shout with anger and pain. "Why did you leave US! Both me, Mom and Sis we were crying in pain! Why did you leave?!"

He cackles again with his deep voice, "perhaps, I didn't like you or maybe.. To start a new family."

To start a new family. It echoes in my head. Or maybe.. To start a new - New, NEW! A NEW FAMILY!

My eyes widen in shock, "what?"

"Guitar was your dream, huh?" He says. "I may not be your Father anymore but I still will not allow you to be a GUITARIST!"

"No. No. NO!" I yell. "Father, I won't allow you to make up my destiny!"

"Oh really?" He laughs again. "You're just a 15 year old fool, how will you have the power to stop me?"

"If other people can, I can too!"

He chuckles, evilly, "good luck with that!"

He walks away. I look down and look at the puddle of water below.

I look at my reflection, a sad frown, something I really wanted to erase which was apart of me.

My Father taught me how to frown, my Father taught me hate not love.. But fortunately I was lucky enough to walk in my Mother's path.