Freak At The Graveyard - Cursed Demon

Chapter 12 - Revelation

" Happy Birthday, Shehnaaz"

My aunt, Holly was standing near my bed with a bucket in her hand which was now empty. And that explained everything.

" I will kill you."

I jumped out of my bed and ran towards my aunt but she escaped and gushed out of room. I chased after her - down the stairs and in the living room where mom and baaz were sitting watching out little game.

"Your mum is an old bird. But I'm not." She ran behind the couch.

"Nor am I." I stated.

"Happy Birthday Shehnaaz." mom and baaz said in union.

"Oh yes, 'Happy'." I joked.

My aunt stood near the armrest and giggled when I jumped up to her and caught her in my arms. I hugged her tightly.

"I let the small girl win."

"I missed you." I confessed.

My aunt was just a few years younger than my mom but she was a kid at heart. She lightens up the whole environment. She's easy and fun unlike my mom. I remember I once wished that she was my mom.

"I missed you too, sweetie. But why didn't you came to meet me now that you're in Toronto." I released her and sat on the couch.

"I don't have a car."

"Oh no." my aunt sat beside me and turned towards my mom. " You have to get her one before her senior year starts. Sukh told."

"Yes, we'll do that." my mom interrupted. " The breakfast is getting cold."

I wanted to ask what did Sukh, my dad told them. They were hiding something from me. My mom totally snapped my aunt and changed the topic.

But it was my birthday. I turned 17. According to the beliefs of old Toronto people, I'm an adult now. I was not a kid anymore. In fact I grew mature after my parent's divorce and my breakup. I guess, maturity and age has no concern, as quoted.

"I need to dry myself first" I said with a fake sad look on my face.

I was dripping with water and I made the couch wet too. I went upstairs, took a bath, wore my ripped jeans shorts and a pale yellow sleeveless top and went downstairs for breakfast.

My aunt asked me all about my junior year. She asked about my ex. She asked me about my accident. I thought to tell her the truth but I wanted to tell mom first. We chatted for hours. I was feeling good to have some normal conversations with humans. Yet I was trying to tell mom. I just couldn't get the courage.

" Mom. I don't want to live here anymore." I declared.

My mom looked surprised. Even I was surprised by my sudden wave of courage. Please stay with me till the end of the conversation, courage.

"What do you mean you don't want to live here anymore?"

It means - I don't want to live her anymore.

"Mom, there is something wrong in the house. It just doesn't feel."

"Shehnaaz, are you crazy?" Baaz interrupted " or is this some of your plan to back ?"

" Baaz - please try to unde-"

"Understand what, Shehnaaz ?" Baaz was angry. BAAZ was angry and he was showing it.

"Baaz." mom tried to stop him.

"No mom. I'm tired." Baaz stood up and paced around with his hands in his hairs.

"You've suffered a lot mom. I'm not going to tolerate any more of her dramas. I'm done."

I just sat there staring at Baaz. Tear dropping from my eyes. I was just waiting for this weird nightmare to end. Everything that was happening in my life was wrong, totally wrong. It just seemed so unrealistic.

"You should have told her the truth." my aunt who was silently watching the argument now spoke. " You should have let her choose with whom she wanted to live."

I was completely blank.

"She would have chose dad." Baaz spoke to my aunt. " And that's why we just HID the truth."

he didn't tell anything. There is more than they're telling.

"Yes. We did that for your own good." mom now spoke up.

"Who are you all to decide it for me? Huh."

"Your mom. And you took the decision yourself."

"Because I was led towards it through a planned story" I said rage. "You guys just won. You should write a fiction, really."

"Shehnaaaz-" my aunt spoke but it was too late.

" I don't want to live with you guys." I was now sobbing hard. " I. Am. Going. Back. To. Toronto. Period."

I stepped out of the living room. I didn't know where to go, what to do. I rushed out of the house and went down to lake. I thumped myself on the warm soil and cried.

I cried till everything was out of me. How could they do this to me? They made up a story so they could keep me with them? I didn't believed this. How cruel of them. I was wandering along in life with them from one year thinking how useless, dumb man, my dad was. I was hating all the wonderful memories with my dad which haunted my mid and scared me. I hate them.

I decided to call dad when I get back to house. But I didn't wanted to go back there not now. They would try and come up with a different fake story to convince me.

I cried more and let every thought get out of my system. I cried till I was numb so that I couldn't think of anything.

I heard some footsteps behind me. I was sure it was no one from my family. They're not that type to come after me and check out if I'm okay after a life changing revelation.

"Someone's looking for a fun evening here." I heard my neighbor.

' Oh god, not him, please ; I stood up and turned around.

He was standing a few feet away from me. His hands were in the grey shorts he wore. His muscles were clearly visible through his tight white V-neck top. His messy brown hair were getting even messier due to strong wind. His eyes were just looking at me trying to figure me out.

"The water looks so cool." he said.

I wiped my tears and nodded. I knew he'll find a way to make fun of my situation. He'll make a sneer comment although I somehow doubted this after our conversation when he practically kidnapped me.

He smirked while his eyes dazzled with evil idea. Oh no. He strolled towards me.

"No, No. Look, I don't know."

He pushed me into the water before I could tell him that I don't know how to swim.

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