THE SWEETEST SIN(BxB)

32: The Revelation

GAVIN

Some wise guy who is probably dead now once said, 'Be careful what you wish for. And he was right because I wished never to have been born a Mileford and my wish was granted. I just found out that I don't have a fucking drop of the Mileford blood in my veins. I was bought from some poor woman who couldn't afford to pay for her father's medical treatment.

Her broke ass saw the only option as to sell her baby for what? Two million dollars. That's my worth, two fucking million dollars. Fucking joke. I knew that I had serious mommy issues but I never imagined that my biological mother sold me before I was even born. Like some merchandise in a store. What's worse is that she sold me to non-other than Octavia Mileford. Couldn't she have sold me to some other person instead?

I don't fucking understand how a mother can doom her own child to a fate like this. Couldn't she have found another way to get the money? Was it necessary to sell her baby to a soulless woman like Octavia? Then after all these years, she drafts an email requesting Octavia to give her back her son. The same son she sold years ago without giving it a single thought. Hypocritical piece of shit. Fuck her.

It's too late for her to claim a son she never wanted in the first place. I managed without her. Fought my battles and made something of my life. I don't need her to swoop back into my life like she owns me. Coz she doesn't fucking own me. Sure, we have similarities in our DNA but that's it. No emotional connection whatsoever. She can fuck the hell off.

A myriad of emotions was coursing through my soul. Ire, being the key emotion. I yelled severally, grabbing and throwing whatever my hands came across. I yanked the 70 inch Samsung TV from the wall, tossed it across the room where it crashed loudly. Electrical sparks floated in the air as the electronic lay lifelessly on the floor.

"Oh no, my parents will kill me for this. Wait a fucking second, they aren't my parents. How the fuck could I forget that." I yelled, a maniacal laugh departing my mouth. I wanted to vent and what better way to do it than to smash stuff.

Grabbing a hockey stick from the garage, I started breaking things in the house. The family photo that hang gracefully on the wall was my first target. I was five when the photo was taken. I was seated on Octavia's lap and dad was standing on her left, his right hand shoved in his pocket while his left hand rested on 'mom's' shoulder. Everyone was smiling in the photo. Like a happy little family.

What a fucking lie!

This is my worst photo because it is a constant reminder of what I could never have. The love of a family. It was a picture perfect family but in reality, it was the opposite of perfect. All my life I had to fight for my parents' attention and affection. Their validation meant the world to me. I was incomplete without their presence in my life. I felt worthless without their love and approval. Nothing I did was ever enough.

I was so stupid. So fucking moronic for feeling that way. Coz turns out, they are not even my fucking parents. I don't fucking need them. If my biological mother didn't want me then what makes them think that I need them? Fuck them. All of them.

Tearing the family portrait from the wall, I threw it on the floor and smashed it to bits using the hockey stick. Shards of glass from the portrait, flew around, some of it sticking to the flesh of my legs. They pierced my skin, causing it to bleed. However, no amount of pain could match the ache that had resided in my heart. The pain that was spreading, gobbling every part of my being.

I broke and smashed my anger and pain away. But that was not enough. I raided the liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. Taking a swig, the alcoholic drink scalded my throat, prompting me to shut my eyes. I wanted to drink as my pain away. To drown in alcohol and forget this evening ever happened. This was a terrible nightmare, one that would end when I wake up tomorrow.