My Mom held my father's hand and almost dragged him as she rushed to the main door. He tears were flying everywhere. As she turned her back on me. I saw drops of her tears falling on the floor. If I were her son whom she raised with atmost care and love. Her son whom she provided values and knowledge of the world. Only if I were her that son for whom she expected nothing but love and respect. Now when I think of it. I wonder what wrong she did. Like isn't it obvious for a mother to come and help her child.
Her beloved son took a wrong turn in his life and he was going far away from her reach. So she just wanted to hold her son's hand and guide him to the right side. Still she got pain and tears. She must have prepared a solid speech mixed with the emotions of anger and love for her son but she got no chance saying anything like that. She saw the walking dead body of her dearest. Look I am feeling sad now but that day, I was very cold. I was not even cold , I was stone cold.
My father didn't say anything but if I try to guess his words. I think he would have said words similar to my mom that's why he was quite. My mother as she walked out of my house didn't even look back once. She just kept on looking ahead and her steps were pretty fast too. When I think about it now , she must have kept a big boulder on her heart. She must be concerned if she looked back at me. She wouldn't have taken another step forward. She was my mother afterall. Unlike my mother, my father did turn back.
He looked at me. Those were the eyes of a helpless old man who was looking for his son inside a stranger. He hoped that I would stop them , I would hold their hands and would say sorry to them. He hoped that I plead them to stop and promise to quit everything and be their beloved son as I was in thoseold good days. He hoped for so much. He expected so much form a worthless person like me. It was all in vain. I didn't even care to come out of my house or even go downstairs. I watched from my balcony as my parents got into the car and moving away from me. My parents face was holding an expression which could be considered a reward of their failure as good parents. My father was looking more of a failure as he took a final glance at me. I was standing in my balcony with a glass of wine.
My glass of wine was empty and that was my only concern that time. I saw my parents going away from me and was the last time, I saw them alive.
The next day it was all over the media. Famous industrialist Dave Brown and his wife Samantha Brown died last night. Their bodies were found in lying their house. They poisoned themselves. The maid of the house opened the gate with another key. When their was no answer to her calling and knocking. She called the police and they summoned me there. I saw that maid and other people weeping on seeing their dead bodies. They expected the same from me. I thought of telling those fools that I saw them dead yesterday morning. How to tell them I thought that I am the one who killed them. Even the cops asked me who could be the one behind this. What could the possible reason for taking such a big decision of suicide and if I have sus on anyone and many more nonsense. I didn't expect police to be so foolish to be honest. Weren't they able to see that I was behind all the mess. I was not their son I was a damn stranger, they should have arrested me then and there. At their funeral I heard many stupid people guessing the reason of my parents suicide. Some said due to loss in business and poor health , all nonsense. There were some intelligent people too. I heard someone saying " Can't the cops look at that man, he is smelling gross due to alcohol. He is involved in all sort of bad things. The Browns were so kind and gentle. They couldn't have bear the pain and humiliation of raising a blunder of a man like him ".
If I would have find this man , I would have awarded him for his intelligence.
I was then more and more in drugs and alcohol. They was hardly a minute in the day in which I wasn't high.
I used be off my workplace most of the time. I didn't even care about business. I had enough money to drink rich quality of booze for my whole damn life.
I was now openly involved with the underworld.
Drug dealings were now a new business. I faced stiff competition but I also knew how to eliminate them.
I was also marked by police and many politicians were also against me. I was on people's nerves as m days used begin by smelling sweet red wine and ended with the smell of pistol smoke. I was very tensed from my life. I was with many people and specifically young ladies but I was all alone. The beast inside me was full of pleasure. I was having anger issues. It was nearly impossible to predict that which thing would make me angry. Then the day of my destruction came.
It was a like another usual day for me, I was returning from my office. I was very high on drugs. It was my father's birthday and some businessmen who were his good friends decided to throw a party. I was invited. I was missing my parents but I didn't want to accept that fact. I drank more and more and scolded my employees. I left office at seven in the evening. I took a different route that day. I took that route to pass by my parents house. I saw that house and my flashbacks started. I got out from my car , struggling on my feet , I walkedtowardsthemain gate. I got the hold of the main door. I felt it ,I remembered that day when I first came to this place. I hugged my father at the main gate , he was standing right there spreading his arms to hold me.
I tried to see inside and saw that room where it all started in that room. I lied to my mom and slept in that room after taking my first puff. I remembered all of that. I started to have headache , my head was about to explode. I begged for not to show me all this. I don't know to whom but I kept on saying that I am begging please stop this , don't show me all this.
I ran towards the streets, I thought getting away from that house would calm me down. I drank some liquor too. I was in the same like that day. I saw the same lamppost , the same atmosphere and the smell of cigarette but the only difference was that now I was able to identify this smell. Then the history repeated itself, I saw a man smoking there , under the same lamp post in the same manner. I recalled everything , how my servant said not look at that boy but I was curious. That man saw me too and smiled the same way that boy did. I suddenly lost my mind and started blaming that boy. If only that wasn't smoking there. If only he cared that a little child could see him and could get wrongly influenced. If only he didn't smile at me like that. I was shivering with strong emotions.
Just then that man did something that acted like the final nail in the coffin. He came closer to me smiling and asked " What happened man you look tensed, did something wrong happened ". I didn't reply him. But then he offered me his cigarette and asked me to take a puff wearing that same smile. I let loose myself. My anger , my emotions overwhelmed me.
I pushed him and shouted ' GET AWAY FROM ME, IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT. DIE YOU PIECE OF CRAP !!!!!!!!!!! "
I took out my revolver which I carried with me everytime for protection as I had many enemies. I took it out as it was tugged in my pants and without giving it a second thought amd without aiming, I fired a bullet which hit him in his shoulder. He screamed like frenzy and ran for his dear life. I struggled on my feet as I was unable to handle the recoil. I somehow managed to be still and being overwhelmed by rage, I started chasing him through the streets. He ran towards the public park and kept on screaming
" Somebody please help !!! Please somebody help !!!!
Call the cops, he is a psychopath. He has lost his mind. Someone help or else he will kill me ".
Either he was very lucky or I was hard on luck. I missed two more shots and now people came on their balconies and some came out on the streets to check what was happening. He managed to reach the public park and someone also called the cops. There were four of them infront of me in the police car. They stopped on seeing him running and were getting out. That did the biggest mistake of his life. He relaxed down on seeing the cops. He thought I was a drunkard and would stop and flee , pathetic. I wanted to kill him , I wanted to kill that boy. I fired three bullets hitting straight in his head. He died on spot , his body fell on the feet of an officer. They saw and identified me. There were many witnesses too and everyone was looking at me. I regained myself after a moment and ran from there while the police was checking he dead man. There was a panic which helped me to flee. I ran through the narrow streets and heard that the cops were following me. One of them was shouting my name saying Mr. Brown stop and surrender. I ran and was able to get rid of them.
I knew that I couldn't go to my house as I the policemen had already identified me. So , I threw away my phone and escaped from that city. I jumped on the back of a truck which was carrying hay. I hid myself and I fell asleep. I got up when I heard the driver speaking to someone. I got down and ran away.
It was a nearby town which was not big as that city. I was out of danger for sometime , I could figure out my next move. I had some money with me. So , I went to a store for buying some bread to eat. It felt like a century that I didn't had a glass of wine in morning. I drank some milk as I was leaving that store. I saw the news, I was all over the media. The police was searching for me everywhere. There was a reward of twenty thousand bucks , if someone informs about me to the police. I was already on the hit list and now police had witnesses too. My rival played their cards at the right time. I hurried to a public booth and tried all my contacts. No one was there to help me, I was done for real. I decided to fulfill my promise , I made to my friends and return to my village at the countryside. I fled from that town and started to run. I was broke, I had no money left. I couldn't use public transports as there was search for me. I used hang on trucks and walked for miles.
It was three days back , When I had my last sip of water and four days since I had food. My expensive velvet overcoat which was a symbol of my luxury was now dirty and was tatars. I think, I looked nothing less than a homeless beggar. I always treated such people as untouchables. I thought it was my end. I thought I would die and nobody would care about me. I was hated all over the country. I was walking in a deserted area, there was no one around. I was once again struggling with my steps but this time The reason was different.
I saw a small cottage at some distance. I was dizzy but that cottage would change my life forever.
That cottage made me a human again.
In that cottage the man you're seeing right now was born. That cottage witnessed the death of
Mr.Robert Brown and the birth of Mr.Oswald.
To be Continued...........
F.Frank