Love or Death

Part 1

Alec P.O.V.

"We found her. She lives here in New York but in the north side. She's married to Frank Alistair, so her name changed. She has a son and a daughter, Isabelle and Max."

The conversations plays over and over in my head. After all these years, I get to meet my mum. Despite she left me with my horrible father, I still want to meet her. I want to see how she look like. How she talks, walks or dressed. Will she ever accept me in her life.

I was walking to the address they gave me. She left me when I was 2 and ran away from my abusive father. No one could blame her but I just want to know why she left me. What wrong I did in her life she had to leave me with him.

I was walking towards the house mentioned in the address. My hands are trembling and freezing. Its November but this year the cold is different. The weather is much crazier. I stopped myself when I saw the white house. The house is bigger than ours and its warm and perfect home for family. I went to the front door and tried to ring the doorbell but my hand hover by the door bell and my feet couldn't move. I was frozen, I thought I could do this. Then I hear someone from the other side of the door, a voice yelling.

I quickly ran to the side of the house hiding myself behind the bushes. "Izzy! Come down for dinner now." I peeped my head through the window and I could see the inside of the house. The house is furnished with couches and tables with a cupboard filled with family photos. Then I saw her. She stand before the staircase shouting at someone, she has her hair tied up to a knot. Her hair is long with soft curls and silky black just like mine. Her eyes is dark as mine and her lips with mole on the upper side. The way she smiled at the little boy, its my smile. I couldn't help but my tears flowing like river and my chest felt warm holding back my sob. I met her. She's beautiful and I look exactly like her. I'm glad I didn't take after my father much. This was enough, I saw her, its more than enough. I will make my appearance later. With that I ran to the bus station to go back to my house.

I called it a house because its never a home for me. Home is where your heart supposed to be. Home is where your parents supposed to kiss you goodnight or tell you stories on how they were met. But my home is different. It only exist to my imagination. When I arrived at my house, even the air is different. It reek with alcohol since my father is actually an alcoholic. Our house never has home cook meal, always take out hence the take out container is everywhere.

I walked in hoping my father wasn't home. I tried to be quiet as possible but when I reached the top staircase greeted with a pair of black shoes before me. My heart clenched and the fear suddenly all over me. I looked up to see my father stood in front of me. "Where the fuck have you been?" I didn't want to raised his anger more so I tried to be calm. "Out with Jace. I want to get ready for work."

I tried to escape from him and ran but I couldn't when suddenly he pulled my shirt. He held me closed to his face, I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he releasing it heavily and I tried to hold my vomit that already reached my throat. "You are pathetic worthless son and you are no different than that bitch." He always blamed me on why my mum left us. I never could understand why I'm being the blame and why didn't she took me with her.

"Dad, please let me go, I'm late for work." He kept on clenching my shirt in his fist making it wrinkled. "I have no son, you are just a mistake!". I looked in his eyes that filled only with hatred and next thing I knew he released my shirt and shoved me behind making me lose grip on the stairs. All I remembered was my body rolled down the stairs and I looked up I was at the bottom of the stairs. I felt terrible pain on my left ribs and my head.

I moved my hand slowly and caress my finger into my hair. Its wet and I could smelled metal, even I could tasted the metal in my throat. I looked at my fingers and my vision is blur, I tried to focus on my vision and I saw dark red fluid on my finger. Its sticky and I know my head is bleeding.