The Guy Through My Window

CHAPTER 32

"My parents held a wealthy business, their companies always competed with each other. One night after a successful business venture, Dad started developing feelings for Mom which eventually became mutual. They started dating and Mom ends up getting pregnant. Their families being enemies for decades, threw them out, they married and settled in the same house I am living in right now. The three of us just as happy with the best we have." A smile forms on my lips, the best memory I could ever possess. 

"But Dad grew greedy, his expectations grew wild. He ran behind money forgetting the love we had. Mom disagreed, fought hard, she wanted to love and happiness. She knew wealth brought trouble. But one day everything changed, Mom started believing Dad, his inspiring words clouding her vision deafening her thoughts. They put me in a boarding school, every summer I came back but they didn't even have time to say good night. Thomson and Uncle George were the only ones taking care of me." Judi's eyebrows knit together by the sound of unfamiliar names.

"Thomson is my butler and Uncle George is my Dad's brother," I say clearing her doubts. 

"I was in my fifth grade when my school authorities informed me that I was leaving home. It was surprising that I had to quit school in the middle of the year. By that time I hated home, I hated vacations, the school was more fun. Zedd and I grew up in the same boarding school and we were roommates too. His parents were wealthy as mine but they loved him the most. I head home to find heavy quarreling and violent arguments between them. It lasted for weeks and then I learned that their business sank dramatically. Dad blamed me for all their losses and later Mom too." I exhale, giving Judi space to process all that I said. Her gaze not on me anymore, it lies on the chilly rain outside the glass window. 

"I bore everything, their insults, blame abuse everything. My heart lost the touch of love, care, and comfort. Uncle George was there protecting me but since he lived out of town he always tried to visit me at least once a month. I always had a passion for soccer, my old school had very good coaching, that's where my journey initially began. Thomson and I would play soccer every weekend and Uncle George would join us too. It was intercepted by Dad one day, he grew furious dragging me into the house, throwing me on the ground. 

"You are not going to play soccer anymore! Did you understand?" He spitfire, a strong smell of alcohol escaping his mouth. 

I stare into his blue eyes, the color boiling with fire. 

"Tell me, will you play football again? Tell me or else..........." He searches across the room, pulling a baseball bat around the corner. 

"Or else I will beat you up till your last breath." He continued.

"Soccer is my passion, I'm not gonna give up on a moron like you!"I argue, my little self experiencing anger for the first time. 

"What did you just say!!!"He yells smashing the wine bottle into a thousand pieces. 

I don't flinch, I stare at him fear replacing anger, every inch of my body boiled like fire. My little self embraces it, the knowledge of not knowing how to control it. 

He grits his teeth, his face growing red, blood gushed into his mad brains. He hits the baseball bat a million times on me, the wood creating a large impact on my body. I cry, scream, shout but nobody rescues me. He tires falling aimlessly on the furniture besides my heavily bruised body, red patches covered my skin, my body numb, brain dead. I try to sit up but it burns with acute pain. I wipe my tears with the back of my palm a red fresh liquid comes out. I touch my forehead thick dark blood oozes out staining my fingers. I hear someone opening the door quick steps running to my side but I was wrong it ran towards him. 

Mom sobs waking Dad's tiresome body," What did you do?" She grunts, her eyes burning with tears. Dad wakes up after a few seconds of responding to Mom's calls. 

"Darling, how are you feeling?"She whispers. Dad adjusts himself, blinking a few times as mom puts him in a sitting position. As soon as his eyes fall on me, his confused look turns into a grumpy one. 

"He...He tried to kill me."He cries, further explaining lies making Mom gasp. 

I crawl backward using the opportunity to run, but mom turns to grab my legs. 

"He is lying Mom, don't listen to him, he is lying!" I beg, tears clouding my vision. I could hear a number of footsteps outside the door, Thomson screaming my name. He tries to unlock the door but someone prevents him and I see him being dragged by two muscular men across the window. 

Dad emerges to my side, the broken bottle gripped in his hand. A wicked smile plastered across his face, bad thoughts flashed in my brain. I reach for the baseball bat hitting Dad's arm making him drop the bottle. I pick it up holding it like a revolver aiming it between my parents. 

"Luke! Drop it." She commands, her voice tensing my muscles.

"How dare yo..........."Dad pounces forward, the sharp end of the bottle embedding into his flesh. 

Mom cries loudly, Dad collapse on the ground sucking in the air sharply. Blood streams through his flesh. 

I sob unable to believe what I just did. I tried to kill my own Dad, my very own Dad! I freaked out so much cold sweat breaking through me. Mom's cries echo through my ears as I go unconscious.

"They wanted me in prison, I just couldn't argue because I totally deserve it. Uncle George and Thomson fought for me, providing evidence I never knew I had. The judge declares it as an act of defense and I was never allowed to stay with my parents again. 

The rest of my days I spent in Thomson's place, he was still allowed to serve them but Dad was not in good terms with his brother. So Uncle George stayed in his place but I would often keep in touch with him. I decided to stay alone after Thomson started a family which he agreed after a long debate. 

I finally look at Judi, her eyes swollen with tears, her tiny nose turned pink. She offers a weak smile and releases her palms from my hands. She wipes my cheeks, stroking them gently. 

I did not realize I was even crying. 

"So you're lucky to see a man crying?" My heart kind of feels light now.

"What's wrong with a man crying?" She protests, still stroking my cheeks. 

I lie down on the couch beside her bed, she places a soft sheet over me, tucking my entire body with it. My head rests on a pillow that smells just like her. 

I finally share my past with someone, least expecting it to be Judith. My darkest secret slipping out so easier than I thought. I don't know what she might be thinking about me right now, Will she accept me? Will Hannah be? This is what I fear most. I just wish I could go back in time and change everything. 

"Thank you, Luke." She whispers not realizing she still stayed beside me. 

"Do you fear me?" I blurt.

"I once did but not anymore." I could taste the sincerity in her tone.

She settles in her cotton-like bed. "Good night." She says faintly. 

"Good night," I reply as sleep welcomes me. 

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"THEY THAT SOW IN TEARS SHALL REAP IN JOY." Psalm 126:5

                                                                 AUTHOR'S NOTE;  

 It's literally 1402 words, that's fantastic. So this is finally Luke's story which I had been dragging around for so long. 

 Your inspiring me to post every Sunday, Thank you guys for spending time on my book. 

{JF Abraham}