"Get out," I muttered.
"What? I'm being serious I am your fat-"
"My father is dead!" I exclaimed, breathing heavily. "I don't know who you are, or what you want, but if this is some kind of twisted joke, then it's best if you just leave."
My blood boiled at the thought of him making fun of my dead father. Who does he think he is? I went to the door and opened it, motioning for him to leave. However, he just sat there, motionless, and stared at me with his eyes wide opened. He seemed to be considering something.
"They didn't tell you huh?" he asked me, looking at me with pity.
I didn't know what to do. On one hand he said the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. On the other hand, he looked genuinely pitiful, which made me consider, just slightly, that he had some truth to his story. I hesitated, a little bit too long, and he picked up on it.
"You ever had any moments where you black out and wake up in a completely different place?" he asked.
"Yeah but..." I trailed off. This always happens when I'm upset, stressed or really angry. But the doctors said it was a condition that can easily be solved just by eating pills. Even still, how did he know this?
Seeing me taking a long time to answer he said, "I have that too." The shocked look on my face prompted him to elaborate, " When I was young, about 12, I had my first ever black out. I woke up with blood on my hands, and my family had been hurt severely. After that, I was disowned, kicked out on the streets, an outcast. I lived in a small town, so everyone knew what had happened, and no one would even get remotely close to me."
The resentment in his voice was clear, and he seemed hurt recalling his past. But he continued, "I didn't know what had happened, I was lost,confused and afraid. I had to scrounge food from bins and had to sleep on the sidewalk of the streets. I was scorned, looked down on and eventually I decided to leave my hometown."
I feel sorry for him. Hearing his past, I could somehow relate to him, the loneliness of losing my family. But I had it easier than him thanks to my friends. All I know was the he didn't deserve this.
"But that was when I met him, my mentor. He took me in, taught me everything I know. He was the only one there for me. And now I'm here to do the same to you."
I stood there, speechless. I'm definitely upset for the man for having to go through that but how does that relate to me? So many questions but absolutely no answer at all.
"Let's go out to your backyard and let me show you what I mean," he went out to the backyard.