I Have A Story To Tell

chapter #3

Mark
Its been a week after that embarrassing situation totally created by James and Fiona .they try to drag me in their childish plot of a nonexisting affair but I never budge or nudge in their query. Most easiest way was ignoring them that was what I doing currently ignoring the three of them, yes Andrew was back from Paris. he was there to attend a meeting. Fiona and James were busy telling him about Veronica Stiles .if she was not that good looking I might have called her my worst nightmare. I don't want to marry now nor want to get involved with someone else. I have been avoiding such feelings for so long and I know I will have the same feelings in the future.

"You seemed to be acting like a lost lover or heartbroken man or rejected man" James will say sometimes to me when he got tired of his useless argument of enrolling me into some kind of love fiasco.

"You know the reason right..." I would argue but he would simply cut me out by saying "how long will you listen to that man" James asked unsettled
"Till I'm alive ............and that man is certainly my own father Gabriel Norman, I can't run away from him and despite this, you know what he is capable of," I told him

I still remember his voice, the actual nightmare of my life.

A long time enough ago when I was eleven. when one day
Back from school, I enter my house I still remember that cold wooden house (where I left the most horrible memories of my past) .you can call it home but at the current situation, it's nothing comforting as home, overcrowded, full of alcohol, drugs, smoke and bunch of gamblers investing money. My innocent mind could not comprehend what I was watching but above all my own father was among them, all wasted. Next, I saw my mother's jewelry on the table.