Let Me Hold Your Hand

Blackmail

Anusha's POV:

Because of my busy schedule, I didn't get any chance to meet Taehyung after he dropped me off that night.

It was already on Thursday, and I wasn't able to find a part-time weekend job.

I had asked Jack and Bambam to find one, but I highly doubted whether those crackheads would try.

"Once again, I will have to remind them." I thought my life

I was packing my backpack. I hung my bag on my shoulder and headed towards the kitchen for breakfast.

"Hey, Mom," I waved at my mom who was busy in the kitchen, and I sat in one of our cramped kitchen's old chairs. I took out my phone to text Jackson and Bambam.

"Do you have time to talk to your mother today?" She snarled.

I rosed up to see, my mom, standing in front of me. Her one hand was stuffed with a rolling pin and another was resting on her waist.

"Do you remember when you last talked to your mother?" She snapped.

"Sorry Mom, you know I have..."

"Yeah, I know, you are working day and night to earn money to save your mother. But, you know what? your money doesn't spare my life.  Only your time and your happiness can save me," She started to tear up, frustrated.

I hate this type of conversation.

I put a hand on her shoulder to try and comfort her, but she shoved it off.

"Why are you sacrificing your precious time for me?" She angrily asked.

She was looking into my eyes. Those glossy teary eyes held so many emotions and grief. Every time I saw them, I felt like I was the reason for all the sadness that was dominating her entire facial features. I looked away.

It hurts me so badly.

"You're the most valuable person in the world to me. You're my only family. How could I live without you, Mom? You and your life are important for me, worth more than anything in this world," I explained.

"If I have to live only by your sacrifices, then I choose to die rather than keep living," she replied, depressed beyond measure.

"Mom, please, why are you talking like this? Are you going to make me an orphan? He left me, and now you're talking about leaving me too," I snapped.

Tears threatened to fall from my eyes, but I managed to hold them back.

"You deserve to live, mom! At least, you have to live for me," I pleaded.

"But you also deserve to be happy and enjoy your life like others. How many years have you been punishing yourself for that? Stop beating yourself up! That was not your mistake," She started weeping.

I sat still, without making any move. She made me look at her face, and I held her gaze again.

"I will continue to take my treatment, only if you promise me something," she demanded.

"I promise, I will do anything. Your life matters to me more than anything else," I squeezed her hands, a sad smile becoming one with my face.

"No take-backs! The promise is a promise, even for a fool!" She warned with a weird self-made idiom.

"Okay, I will not," I promised.

"Okay then. First, you don't want to overwork yourself. Especially not on weekends," she instructed.

"How can I support your treatment without working? Do you see money falling from the sky?" I retorted.

"That's not my problem, I didn't ask you to do that, you're the one who chooses that!" she angrily replied.

My mom was bipolar. Just a minute ago she was sobbing, and now all of a sudden she was full of enthusiasm to make me suffer.

"Are you serious?" I crossed my arms.

"Now, the other thing is--only if it's possible, you have to find one perfect boy for you," she muttered.

I shot a long glare at her.

"Are you my mom? You're the only mother in the whole fucking world who is blackmailing her daughter to get a boyfriend!" I berated her. "And with your own life! What is wrong with you?"

"You didn't leave me any other choices except this. Would you have listened to me if I said it nicely?" She sneered and continued.

"Your happiness is more important to me. At least I have to see your happiness on my last days," she admitted, holding my stare.

"Mom, please. Who told you that I would be happy if I got a boyfriend? Do you know about priorities? Right now, my priorities are your health, my graduation, and a good job, that's it. That makes me happier, got it?" I asked.

"Anu, I will not listen to any excuses... I mean your priorities, or whatever. For me, my priority is your happiness. What are you going to lose by doing these things? You already promised me. Remember if you break that you know what happens to me!" She continued to threaten me with her life.

I was at a loss for words. To avoid a further argument with her, I took my bag and headed towards the door always I used to avoid arguments.

I and she both knew I didn't keep those promises, but still, she didn't stop blackmailing me.

"Anu, where are you going? You didn't even eat your breakfast yet. You're going to skip your breakfast today too?" She shouted as I took a step out of the house and onto our porch.

"Your words are enough to make me full. Don't worry, I am fucking full," I yelled back at her while opened the gates and led my way towards the bus stop.

Fuck. Yet again, I was late.

I started to run as always.

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