The Backpacker's Dream

26. Moment That Speaks

My deepest desire is to lend my voice for an animated movie and to travel to Egypt and Turkey with my mother because apparently she likes Turkish dramas❤. 

So, what are your dreams or desires?

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Brayden's POV

'Why don't you understand Maa? I can't come back. It's too late now.'

I was getting frustrated by each passing second and everything felt like piling up and choking me. I needed air. I needed to breathe.

'Brayden, listen to me. This is not the time to argue. You do what WE say.' She took a deep breath and again continued on the call.

'How we will show our face to the media once they get to know what have you been doing?' And there she went again with her "media mode."

'I am getting tired Maa with all this and I just wanted to tell one more last time, my work is not something to be ashamed of.'

I will break something at any moment. Maybe, my own head.

'You are nothing and will only bring disgrace to this family.' Tears were at bay. 'You had your playtime, now come home quickly.'

Her voice seemed so distant to my heart and to my dreams.

'Bye Maa.' And I cut the call because I had nothing else to say and I didn't have the will to listen more.

I wanted to scream so badly and wanted to let my pain out loud but I was afraid that these four walls would make my voice bounce back making me feel more dreadful. I clutched my phone hard and I was about to smash it when a soft knock registered on my door and Scarlett peeped in.

'Am I disturbing anything? Can I come in?' Her voice was too soft which was soothing for a moment apart from other frantic days where she becomes quite a chatterbox.

'You just stopped me from giving choke slam to my phone.' I kept the device down and looked at her. 'And you are already "in" Scarlett. Anyway, come in. Tell me how can I help you?'

I just wanted to get done with this quickly whatever Scarlett had to say. I was afraid I would burst my anger at her and then she might become wild racoon after that killing me instantly. One thing that I had learned from her that she didn't take anyone's sass.

She came wearing her pajamas and a black t-shirt that bore the slogan "I Am A Calm Angel" but I knew she was anything than that. She came towards me and offered me a coffee cup.

'What's in it?' I was sceptical.

'Poison.' Deadpan answer. She didn't even blink her eye.

'Oh, come on. It's a cold chocolate coffee. It will help you to freeze your volcanic anger.' I rolled my eyes. 'Though you give me a lot of reasons to poison you but I won't. Not today.' And she settled comfortably on the couch and patted the seat next to her.

'And why is that?' I sat down and took a sip.

'Because you are already in pain and I can't burden you more with it.'

'Whhat? Nn-no, I am not. What made you th-think that?' My stutter always comes to haunt me whenever I was nervous.

'Brayden listen to me.' She looked straight into my eyes. 'There's a difference in anger and pain. You can be angry at someone for some days but still, you will live your happy moments but when you are in deep pain, your whole world gets collapsed and you live like walking dead. It has been days, we have moved cities and you still haven't come out of this deep pain that has gripped you.'