Hakeem
Okay, thanks Darla…" I said, standing up shaking her.
"Congratulations…"
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The rest of the day after an ear full of congratulations and good jobs by the sound engineers and a handful of the band members present which was just Darla and Jeremy, I left their house but ensured that I had my sunlight ring properly below my knuckle on my middle finger before heading out.
Just in time as I stepped into the sunny weather that did no good for me. My driver pulled up in front of their excessive mansion and I walked to the car as quick as I could while trying to keep my composure, making a mental note to take another daylight ring from my sister, I slammed my door the moment I got into the car which gave Jeffrey the idea that I was angry or something.
"Good afternoon Sir," He greeted in a small voice before starting the car.
"Home??" He asked, looking at me through the front mirror.
"Where is that, Jeffrey??," I questioned him out of curiosity, Not to put him on a hot seat. Did I not feel at home at the four walls of my penthouse?? Of course I did. My sanity was well put together every day because I had a quiet apartment filled with enough blood and booze to last me another world pandemic but did it give a home vibe??....that's a question I couldn't answer.
I couldn't answer the question myself because I didn't know what home felt like. I didn't experience the concept, no matter how much the dictionary explained what it was, my heart or brain couldn't relate to such fallacy. I loved Isis as my sister and I feel such a strong connection to her and a strong sense to protect her after what our father put her through but I didn't feel the concept of home with her, just a feeling of protection and a really deep familiarity.
Growing up under a mansion filled with people who have lived hundreds of years worth of lifelessness and pain to wipe away smiles on their face, I didn't know what a home was from them.
I had people treat me as their prince all my childhood but had a father, the king, who treated me like nothing but one of his soldiers training for another possible apocalypse. A mother who had no mouth, legs or guts to stand up to the monster that became of my father. Instead, she was comfortable living in his cold shadow while he dictated how she could breathe around him and the painful part was that she was fine with it.
She was fine with being the trophy half witch half vampire hated by the whole kingdom but no one ever spoke ill of her in front of her because Horus was going to end every bit of your bloodline. The sick twisted feeling that she traded herself for protection, power and fame from her people by getting married to a beast and we all had to grow up under such conditions.
So maybe that was why. Maybe that's why I didn't know what a home was or where it was. If I'm being honest, I have lived in a graved palace, a shelter for the day and a pent house of booze and blood for my living and sanity with TV shows I couldn't let go of.
"A home is where you feel rested, Sir, a place where you can rest your head and not think of when you would have to raise it again. A place of not just peace but solitude Sir…" He said, peaking through the front glass looking at me. My peripheral vision ignored it, but my mind clutched to every word he said but it didn't match where I was staying. Yes, I felt rest in my house but that was the rest fantasy of tired person after a long day of dealing with humans, it wasn't that genuine soul rest that lead you to having a long lasting sleep like you were snuffed with a grounded Calcidica plant seeds, that was the closest to the rest I craved.
"I don't think I have that…" I muttered, feeling a small clog in my throat. A strange feeling that was hard to swallow but somehow,I successfully did and my face had a sudden wet stain beneath my left eye. Gently using my fingers to feel it, it was tears. Tears that dropped without my permission.
A memory of my father throwing me in the field of a scorching sun suddenly overwhelmed me.
"You are weak!!!!" He barked, launching at me with so much speed and forced, I broke my skin on the thorns of weed laced in the crop vine. I felt the thorn tear more of my flesh as I held on to it standing with my back straight.
"Useless," He spat in my face.
"You are weak, you wouldn't last in the war talkless of taking over my throne," He spat more like I was a sight his eyes found sore. Like I was a rotting apple in a field of countless better.
"Prayed to my acestor for a warrior and I got a faggot and a shame for a daughter," He disappeared from my front to the other side where the only tree in the field stood and he dropped it down with one punched.
In a split second, he was back in front of me.
"Are you...are you crying??," He asked, with disgust foaming in his mouth as he looked at me like he didn't understand what he was looking at and I felt shame and pain...A whole lot of pain as a the venom from the thorn snaked its way through my bloodstream sending pikes of pain to my nerves as I trembled on my feet trying to stay standing but soon enough, black spots started to appear in my vision and I knew not for long, I was going to be lying down in a scorching sun in a field full of poison.
I looked down at my hands and I could see the black veins popping out of my hands as the poison moved further through my body and I screeched as it hit harder than ever piercing my core.
"No child of mine cries, that is vulnerable!!" He hit me with a force that landed me on the bed of thorns that seemed to provide more comfort as I made peace with watching my ashes floating to the sun and my soul to the fire.
"You disgust me, Weak from just poisoning.." He spat at me before disappearing.
A cold shiver went through my body as the memory awoke a lot of insecurity. I thought I had daggered in coffins and stored them in the most hidden attic of my mind...I was wrong.
"Sir…" He brought me out of my thoughts and made me realize my face was still stained with shameless tears. Vigorously wiping it off with hopes I wasn't seen.
"Yes…??"
"Home could also be a person…"