PRIYA | URBAN

X. CHRIS

Chapter Ten.

          MY LIFE WAS HARD with work, school, attempting to keep any sort of social life, the occasional romantic spark and my father's bullshit; it was safe to say I felt as if I was drowning.

"Rise and shine, son!" My father came into my bedroom, opening up the blinds. I scoffed, rolling over in my sheets as the sunlight hissed at my face. "You can't get work done, cuddling up in your blanket."

"Man, I'm not in the mood right now," I pulled the covers over my head. "I don't feel good."

"You think I stay in bed when I don't feel good," My father sat his drink on my nightstand, before pulling the cover from over my head. "How do you think I'm paying the bills around here? I can't afford to call in sick. If you plan on running the family business you can't be lazy like this man."

My father still doesn't understand that I don't want to run that damn business of his. He feels as though everything is about him. I'm going through some real shit right now and all he can talk about is work. "Can we talk about this later?"

"The best thing for a broken heart is distraction," My father said, staring at me. "Now get your ass up from out of that bed and into that suit. You're wasting time we got things to handle."

I stared at him, yawning. "Man, I don't have no broken heart."

"Oh, really," My father said, causing me to roll my eyes. "Why are you moping around?"

I'm guessing he forgot what today was. "Did you forget?" I lifted up from my bed, looking at him. I couldn't believe that he forgot what today was.

"I don't recall anything important happening today, not that you even tell me anything," My father sipped his coffee, staring blankly at me. He really forgot. "You can remind me since you're staring at me. Should I know what today is?"

"It's nothing, don't worry about it," I stated. "I'm just not in the mood to be bothered right now. Can we just talk about this later? That's all I'm asking."

"You sure it's nothing?" My father asked. "I ain't trying to be hard on you son, I'm just trying to make you understand that nothing worth having comes easy. I had to work my ass off for all this shit that I have right now. There is no elevator to success."

I miss my mom so much, I wish I had one more day just to be able to call her again. Every year as my mother's birthday approaches my heart grows more sad. Sometimes I wish she would come back but I don't want her to suffer again. "I understand, you don't have to keep telling me. I'm working my ass off each and every day. There ain't never going to be a time when you acknowledge that. I love you pops but sometimes you just don't understand how I'm feeling and I don't even know how to talk to about anything."

"Then talk, what's on your mind," My father said, but I knew that he didn't actually want to listen he was just doing this to try and make me feel better. "Why are you so upset all of a sudden?"