We all experience things that never once left our minds and in those things whether petty or big, happy or sad, tragic or not, remains stuck there still. No matter how we want to cherish them as if they're our happy pill and sadly, no matter how we just want the memories to be erased forcefully forever as if remembering those memories brings us mixed bad emotions that we don't want to feel nor see.
I hear loud crash echoing the silent area of our home- the living room as I prepared my heart to see what exactly was happening. I rushed downstairs to hear yells getting louder as my strides become frantic. Is dad home? I rubbed my eyes as I can make out muffled noises downstairs and stopped my trail when it's not the scenery that I was expecting. Not the usual happy aura when dad was home after weeks of being absent from loads of work, no, it's the opposite.
"How could you do this to me?!" My mom cries. " How the fuck could you do this to us?!"
I came in contact with a back of the man with suitcases beside him just meters away from where my tiny figure stood completely frozen. Tears involuntarily trickled down my eyes. My mom was broken. She's looking like she was able to collapse any moment now. I was breathing heavily as I stare at the back of the man which is causing my mother's heart completely being torned and bleeding.
I take in the situation and noticed broken glasses everywhere and even on my mom's hand, red fluid gushing from her veins that pooled down her right foot. She's in pain. She can't be in pain yet there's nothing more painful than seeing what looks like the man of her life trying to leave her side. The flowers lying lifeless with their petals scattered every corner of the room not giving out the justice of how my mom arranged those for our home to look lively every single damn time my father arrives home.
He's rarely at home and it's rare for them to have a fight, not like this. I can't tell what kind of man he is but I do now.
"Susan, I can't be with you anymore. You know why." I hear his thick voice directed to my mom.
"Screw you! Don't make my illness a reason for you to have an affair!"
Illness? An affair? My father has an affair. How? All these business trips...he can't possibly used those stupid excuses. I know something's up...but I trusted him. My tears were now continuously rushing out of my numb eyes. I'm witnessing my family break and I'm just standing there by the comfort of the carpeted floor at the foot of the stairs unnoticed at 11 in the evening.
I was about to step up cause I can't digest what was happening when I hear the most terrible thing a twelve year old can ever hear in her existence.
"Susan, that's no illness! You have cancer for God's sake! You still expect me to--"
"Mom has cancer?" I asked although I completely hear him crystal clear.
Their heads whipped towards my direction. I was there looking at them like I don't know both of them anymore. I hoped I heard him wrong.
Mom looked shocked that she started frantically walking towards me, my face not giving away how betrayed I am but my gaze was directly glued to the man whose face is unreadable.
"Sweethea-" my mom trailed off. I cut her off as I strides towards my father, "Answer me."
Rage building up my stance. My fist turned to a ball.
"Honey-"
"Don't call me that!" I spat as I stare at him in disgust. "You want to leave because mom has cancer?"
He was taken aback at my change in demeanor. I'm no longer the stupid girl who awaits for his coming back.
My eyes sore and my sobs betrayed me.
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Hayran Kurgu"Where the fuck am I?" I blurted out as I regained my consciousness. My voice was hoarse from the strangulation. My body aches. I was tasting the metallic flavor of my own blood. Curse this. I was drugged and dragged here to this place. I began to f...
