Fear, every living being has it. It comes in many forms, tangible and non-tangible, imaginary or not. But fear is always there. It haunts, it ruins, it can even kill.
Phobias were born with fear, a trauma caused fear. An unhappy event can scar us for a lifetime. Even if that event lasted for a minute, a second or in just a blink of an eye. When that happens in front of your eyes or maybe with your absence, when it hits you, you grow fear.
It was night time, my brother was leaving the town to study. 10 year old me and my father accompanied him to the harbour where he took off. We waited for a moment and eventually left for home.
As we ride my father's bike we suddenly stopped in front of a fast food chain. For a second I thought he was going to buy us dinner but then he went towards an almost naked woman who was standing there as if she was waiting for us.
Who is she? Is she my father's friend? I innocently thought that the woman was just his friend. Seconds later he came back with the woman following behind.
"Hop on."
My father said. I was still sat on the bike when they both mounted.
My father explained that this woman needed a ride and so I was avoiding myself to think that this woman is not just a friend.
We were headed to where this woman live when she suddenly said;
"Hon where's your wife? I thought she was coming with you?"
The woman said in a different language yet unlucky for her I still understood.
Hon? Does she have a relationship with my father? Is this woman his mistress? My mind went over to thousands of questions. I wanted to shout at my father, how could you? How could you do this to mom? But I was just silent, my mind was racing stopping the words to escape my mouth. I know I'm angry, I was trembling with anger and hurt.
My father, how could he be like this? How could he act as if I wasn't here? Did he think I'm dumb enough to not understand what they were saying?
Despite the rage I was feeling inside, I kept my mouth shut until we arrived to where this woman lives. And to my surprise, it wasn't just a house. Numerous women were present wearing lesser and lesser clothes. My young mind was shocked. They were "entertaining" men.
I never knew such place existed at our place, not until now.
The next day I told my sister and she told mom. During that night I saw my mom crying her eyes out. I saw her wounded, heartbroken. What did my mom ever do to deserve this?
It was then when my trust had shattered. Men, no matter how they dress will always follow their basic instinct. No matter the love they feel for a single person, they will always be blinded by lust. Men will always keep on wanting for more and when their partner can't give enough, they search for a different company.
Men are trash. They are not to be trusted.
It has been 6 years since that incident happened. Yet the memories are still fresh in my mind. I couldn't look at my father the same way as before. I used to look up to him, he was a great guy but that faithful night shattered it all.
That was probably the reason why I'm currently crying in our empty classroom.
The room-to-room rally has subsided and everyone was out having fun while I sat here contemplating on what to do with my life.
YOU ARE READING
Ben
RomanceI found a boy... No, he found me.... No, that sounded worse. We found each other. We fell in love, became partners, we lived our lives together. But that wasn't all. This boy I have found... he was different. He was more than what others had perce...
