whispers and mutters volume 3: lysergic acid | blasnique

Chapter 14

BLASTER

Discharged from the hospital, I felt the taste of freedom. The first thing I went to was Unique's house. Thankfully Helen wasn't anywhere around and was at work.

We sat at the ground, on Elys and Kristina's little play place on their room upstairs. It was filled with colorful toys under a colorful mat that you could assemble as if it's a puzzle. I just forgot what that is called. They also have this little chair and table fit for children like them.

All of this for children who barely even has that sense of appreciation and would probably fuck all of this up. Disappointing. And you also have to put them to school, and you'll just see them grow and grow even distant from the parent. I call that bullshit.

"Shouldn't you be the one working? You're the father, for fucks sake--" I felt that Unique elbowed me, "Children are around." He whispered.

"Okay, children feel much more at comfort with me and not with Helen. Surprisingly they're what they say 'daddy's girls' and stuff like that." Unique has Kristina on his lap, drinking her milk.

"Wow, I've always been closer to my mother rather than my Dad who always wanted to take me away from him. He didn't want me to be his child but it's okay. It took me almost twenty one years to cope with the fact that my dad doesn't really love me as his son and that he just wants to money I'm making."

He nodded, "Your teeth would rot if you keep on sucking on those baby bottles, Kris. You're three years old!" Unique removes the bottle from Kristina's mouth. I felt it coming. Kristina looks at Unique with a pitiful face, a look of sadness and a mix of child immaturity. I cover my ears.

Then we all heard Kristina's ear ripping cry. Elys looked at Kristina pissed. "Kristina! Tsk, okay then. You can't have your baby bottle when you turn four, okay. Your dentist won't like seeing you sucking on your baby bottle." Unique gave the child her little bottle to drink milk from, he then looked at me.

"Continue."

"Nevermind about the topic about my terrible Dad. He's a horrible person. He might as well be dead to me." I whisper, looking at the ground, colorful enough to keep me distracted.

"So, how'd you get the kids back? Last time I checked they weren't here." I say, my tone changing from a little bit enthusiastic to no enthusiasm at all just like me in a daily.

"They just went back. It was a bad dream having my kids away from me. It's a nightmare. How's your life? How was rehab?" He says, hugging Kristina and twirling her long hair in between his fingers.

"Rehab was terrible. Did not help; just made me lose my sanity much much more. Fuckers---Ouch! why do you have to hit me---oh, okay. There were literal hustlers and I didn't even make it to the three-week-program they offered me. The press didn't find me sober or anything. They just threw more questions." I shrugged it off, my sides still aching from Unique's elbows.

"Sharp elbow." I say, whispering curse words as lowly as possible. I just can't help cursing.

"Blaster, if you see her again, stop the drugs. I'm your friend and I'm concerned. If rehab didn't help you, I'll do."

"Thanks a lot friend, but I don't think I'll need that help. I can do it on my own. I know how to stop myself."