"I may be small but I am too big to live on someone's charity"-Hazel Ryder
"This is not sympathy because I don't sympathize with anyone."-Evan Thomson
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Living in the poor neighborhood, where everywhere you look at, the only things you can see a...
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I am not used to getting ultimatums. I have never done anything in my life that required me getting into those situations where I would be slapped with the notice that said either this or that. Now that I have finally landed myself in one, I can freely say that it sucks. It really and truly sucks in every possible way. The fact that you have to choose between those where one is the foundation of your existence and the other is the source of your happiness hangs over your head like a pendulum that could drop any time and there is nothing you can do.
I am trying my best to do well, to act normal and focus on my daily chores but I know I am not doing too well. Dad's ultimatum has been hanging over my head ever since he stormed out of my room three days ago and as much as I tried I couldn't hide it from Evan.
He knew the moment he saw my face the next day that something went wrong. And, somehow without even forcing me, he made me tell him everything.
"I don't want to have to choose between you and dad. That's just ridiculous." I had yelled that day while we lay down on his bed at his home.
"It's not ridiculous. It is just a father caring for his only daughter."
"You do realize I am mad, right? Please, don't take his side."
"I am not taking side, I am just—" the glare I sent him ended the argument which I am sure might have taken place if he were to go on. But, that does not mean the problem was solved. Both of us knew what we had to do if we wanted to make us work. The only problem was I was afraid of his reaction whereas he was afraid of his decision.
The last time James had asked him to quit his ways is still imprinted on my mind like fresh rain. James had not even said much, he had just told him to leave drugs and start a new life but Evan took it out of proportion by yelling and shouting at his father, asking him to stay out of his life. And, the word rehab is a curse you would impose on yourself if you utter it in front of him because he would make sure to bury you alive. It is not like James and I didn't try before. Whenever we tried to talk him about rehab, he would flee and disappear for days.
So, maybe the dynamics of relationship is changed but has it enough strength in it to change his dynamics.
"You are daydreaming, again." Evan yells, near my ear, nearly giving me a mini heart attack.
"What the hell?" I swear, sending a thousand watt glare at his direction.
"Just trying to get you out of your daydream land." He quips, looking amused.
"I was not daydreaming, okay." I snap as I turn away from him, getting annoyed. He is still boring holes at the side of my face, eyes curious and pensive. But, he doesn't say anything for a long while. We are in the park with my paintings. Today has been a good day for my work as two of my paintings were sold and three people came by asking me to make a sketch of them.
