EMOTIONALLY ENTANGLED

Chapter 53.

CHAPTER 53: taking a trip down memory lane

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My dad was a complete mystery to me. There were times in my childhood where family didn't necessarily come first for him. He was a man of business and superiority; everyone loved him.

Up until I was around nine when he lost his job. The company where he worked at wasn't doing as good as they used to and had to shut down. All I can say was that he was gutted. That job was his dream and one day, he planned to make it better than it ever could've been. He was so out of it, he couldn't handle working other jobs that wasn't the one he used to work. His life fell apart at the seams because he worked the same job for years. Change was something he was scared of and the thought of doing something different to what he loved to do seemed stupid.

Mom was the one bringing the dough in. She was the one in the spotlight and got the promotions. She was the hero and it seemed my father was envious of her success. They started fighting about her work, my dad arguing that if she wanted to push her own child away because of her job then so be it. My mother argued back saying she was doing no such thing. She was doing what she needed to do because dad wasn't doing that.

As I grew up, I watched my father screw up time after time after time. Mom saw how everything was affecting him and told him to see someone. He stormed out within the third session, later telling mom it was too much for him.

Father lost it all. He lost his job, dignity, his wife, his child and even his mind. All I can say is that he went crazy, but mom knew she couldn't just throw it all away and she knew how much dad meant to me. That was before all the booze and drugs kicked in though. He just scares me now. Every time I remember that cold smirk and those dark eyes, shivers would run up my spine.

I stared at the man in front of me, separated by a piece of glass and tied to a chair, bruises covering his skin as he stared up at me in curiosity. Growing up, I would've never imagined this would be the man who could grow to be a menace, granting pain onto others for the sake of his satisfaction. This man wasn't the father I used to be inspired by.

He was a monster.

"Come to see your old man, eh?" his voice was rough as if he's had a sore throat for a while. To be honest, I didn't have much of a choice. I glared at him, my eyes sharp like needles. He could sense the hostility from me and released a chuckle, "where's that mother of yours? Not with you?"

"No," I said simply, "she's not here."

My father paused at my words before I saw a twinkle in his eyes. There wasn't really anything sinister about the man in front of me. He looked quite innocent, strapped up to that chair with all the injuries that he had, but when you know how he thinks and acts, you'd see a monster.

"What's wrong? Don't want to catch up with your dear old dad? I've been waiting for you to come back." I simply stared blankly at him before he rolls his eyes, "I thought you'd be shouting at me. I mean, your mother has one mouth on her and—"

"Don't you dare talk about my mother like that!" I shouted at the mention of mom. It came as a shock that it even came out of my mouth like that and as soon as I heard 'mother', I saw red, "don't even dare bring up her name whatsoever! I'm surprised she never left you sooner! You're a psychopath!"

"Child, calm down. You wanna know why I fucked up my life like I did? You think you and your damn mother are perfect, but in reality you both dragged me through the mud and tarnished my reputation with your successes!" his sudden outburst made my mouth clamp shut in response. He looked up at me, gritting his teeth as my brows furrowed together at the sight of him.