Sunday, 15 January 2019
"Zach! I'm leaving for church in five minutes! Make sure all the doors are locked and when I get back, I want the house in a good condition. Got it?!" My mom shouts from downstairs.
I barely hear her through the droplets of water that hit my body in the shower. Her voice carries though and I get the message.
"Yes mom! Enjoy church!" I shout back.
By the time I'm done showering, mom's already left and I have the house all to myself. I get dressed and head downstairs to make myself breakfast and I already have an idea of what I'm going to make. I take out the ingredients I'm going to use and I start making my masterpiece.
For me, cooking is an art and the creativity is endless with so many heavenly ingredients to use. I also love cooking alone because if I cook while mom is around, she'll finish half the food before I even plate it. She's a good judge though and her critism helps me to improve my cooking.
I finish cooking and the heavenly smell fills the living room, making my mouth water. I have two slices of avocado toast with two poached eggs and a salsa with orange juice to drink.
I head to the living room and switch on the T.V., trying to find something interesting to watch when all of a sudden the doorbell rings. My head swings in the direction of the door and I scrunch my face in confusion because I wasn't expecting anyone.
I head to the door and as I soon as I open it, I want to close it but my unwanted guest already let himself in.
"What do you want Zeke?" I say closing the door shut behind me.
"Is that how you teenagers greet your father's nowadays?" He says heading for the living room. He sits down on the couch and catches a glimpse of my food and reaches out to take it. I stop him just in time and take the plate into the kitchen.
"You don't have the right to call yourself a father." I say agitated. "Now,what do you want?!"
"Watch your tone boy! Don't forget that I pay for this house, your clothes, your food, your education and everything else attached. A little gratitude wouldn't hurt now would it?" He says raising his voice.
I can feel my blood pressure rising and my temper slowly going out of control but I manage to come myself down.
"We would have been just fine without you." I mumbled.
Zeke snapped his head in my direction indicating that he heard me mumbling.He stands up from the couch and looks me dead in the eyes. My fists are clenched and I'm ready for a fight but instead he hugs me. I try to pull away but his grip is tight and his figure is sucking the life out of me.He lets go of me when he sees that I'm struggling to breath.
"Son I'm trying to be a better father. Please meet me half way." He says sympathetically but I'm not buying it.
"What did you come here for?" I say firmly.
"I came to drop of your new football boots. I figured that you needed fresh boots for your last season at high school. They're the best on the market and I got them signed by Paul Pogba while I was in Manchester."
I feel a smile creeping on my face.
"Thanks Zeke! I appreciate it." I said with a genuine smile on my face.
"Enjoy your last year at school Son and aim for that scholarship. You have enough talent to stand among 'The Greats' in football. Just focus." He said as he left.
I felt guilty for the way I treated him but it was nothing compared to the pain I've felt for the past ten years: the pain he caused and if he thinks that I'll forgive him easily, he's got another thing coming.
I just need to get ready for my last year at school and hope it goes by quick.
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This is the end of this chapter and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
-stoopid.genius
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