We left the house around 2 a.m., and with heavy hearts, my parents were following me. I had hired a cab before, which was waiting for us. I gave the cab driver the address, and the cab started moving. Both of my parents had no idea where we were going. I was in a daze; there was a lot to digest; I was not getting which one to concentrate on; lots of revelations in a day of which I had no clue; trapped in my own fucking world, never questioned, never spoke, never dare to do anything; only let me be where I was at present. I don't give a dam about my parents' situation; their 'Karma' bit them strongly; they are tasting their own doings differently.
I didn't ask for a shitty, rich life; this life only took everything from me. I didn't deserve any of this; I needed to go through everything only because I was his son. How fair was it to me?
He can't just use and leave me as if I were nothing in his life; our 4-year relationship didn't have any effect on him. It was so easy to say goodbye; how the hell can he be heartless? It was worse compared to my dad's crime. "Where are we going", a question from my dad brought me back to reality, reminding the fact I was fucking son of a murderer, "You will come to know" was my reply after 25 minutes of the ride we reached our destination, "It looks like cheap, little shabby surrounding why are we here", that was my mom who has not yet accepted the reality for fuck sake, "Get used to this shabby surrounding from now on we are going to live here", "What you must be joking" and give me the bloody break, "If you want a roof on your head follow me, or else there is always an option for you, which was street be my guest spend remaining life on this street which you fucking both deserve" with that I started walking, and they were following me.
I was not getting how grateful I should be for my late grandparents, who had gifted me a 2-bedroom flat; they had foreseen the future of our family, I guess, and informed me not to disclose this to anyone. At last, they made sure we had a roof when my mom neglected them till the last day; they were alive. "We are here" We were in my flat, "Who's flat was this, are we going to live here?", my dad, "Yes, it will be mine when I turn 22", "We can't live here, it's too small where are furniture, no fancy items, how I can live here, I can't, I can't, honey, say something, why are you silent, please do something", "Mom accept the reality you are not 'princess' anymore, your 'palace' has been sealed and taken away by the bank, we are left with fucking nothing, you should be grateful to your parents.' This was their gift for my 15th birthday; they are the ones who finally saved us. What really? I had spent a fortune on them; at least they could have gifted a house, a big one, fully furnished. "Can't you be grateful for what you got? They didn't take any of your money, so stop fucking complaining", "Don't shout at me", "Well, don't make me if they didn't give this flat; we would end up on the street; why are you not getting the reality?" and she started sobbing bloody tears, which will come in handy, which had only an effect on her husband: "Look, mom, soon you will accept reality; it will be good to lead our lives; it implies to both of you that we are left with nothing. I will start hunting for a job after a few days as this news spread everywhere it won't be easy finding one, I can't provide you with any other things, Mom especially you give up on your spending hobby I will look after you both and provide you 3 meals a day that's it, don't expect anything else", "What about my shopping and other things", "Are you serious, this news fucking sensation I am fucking dare to dream after-effects, for a few days or months getting a job is bloody hard in any reputed Company, you are fucking worried of your shopping, you are poor we are left with nothing", with that I stormed towards one of the room by implying other one belongs to them, it was 2 bhk flat with good space, minimal furniture, couch, and dining table which was enough to lead a life.
Due to exhaustion and frustration, my mom drained most of my energy, and sleep took over. The next day, when I woke up, the first thing I did was check the news and social sites. As expected, we were highlighted with family photos floating everywhere, excluding my sister; I am sure her husband took care of it, and the final touch was given to our miserable lives. After getting freshened up, I made my way toward the hall. My mom was still sobbing on her husband's shoulder, sure she was going to take forever to accept reality. It was very hard, especially on her bloody spending. By seeing their eyes, I can conclude that they have not slept the whole night.
I entered the kitchen by taking a glass of water. I sat in front of them and said, "I am going to order food. We can't live like this, mom. Why are you even crying? I am not getting what your problem is over here. Are you crying because we have a small, cheap roof over our heads, not a luxurious one, completely missing the point that we can be roofless? Why the hell are you guys not accepting reality?" "It's hard; try to understand us, especially for her." "Yeah, right, it is fucking worst for me. Are you not getting that? Because of you guys, I am fucking facing the bloody consequences. I didn't abandon or show my back to you guys. No matter what I am sticking to, what else are you expecting from me?". "What about your sister? We can ask for her help. I spent a fortune on her wedding and gave her a good life. She can help us right if we ask her." "I am not stopping you; try your luck; I am going to buy something." With that, I left the house. I needed fresh air. Bloody. They are doing their best to suffocate me inside. They are fucking thinking that she was going to help us, like in their dream.
By covering my face, I started walking for a few days or even a month; covering this way was inevitable. I stopped when I spotted the park; it had been like a decade since I had visited one. After entering the park, I took off my mask, and I was lying on the grass. Oh God, it feels so good. I never thought it would be so relaxing. I had given pause to every thought that was flooding my brain, no matter how I could not escape from reality. I had only a few thousand left with me and somehow should lead a life with this amount till I find the job that may take months together; the possibility of getting one was fucking hard.
After thinking a lot and calculating the pros and cons, I started dialing my friends' numbers. Everyone got their own picture after seeing the news, but at least I would get one helping hand, only one lifeline. Life can't be so cruel, yet again, I was proved wrong. Once you start to taste something, especially 'falling', it will make sure to last for a day, months, or maybe years together. When I dialed my friends' numbers, they went to their voicemail, were not reachable, switched off, and gave no answer. If I am not mistaken, a few have blocked my number, and I need to remind myself that they were my last option.
After trying a few more times, I gave up, need to move my ass from here made my way toward groceries store and after purchasing made my way toward the flat, after entering I could see bright colors on my parents' faces, am I expecting some good news, my dad spoke, "We called your sister, and she wants to you talk to you alone", "Alone, why you could have asked what you wanted right", "Meet her she wants to talk to you and ask her help", "You could have invited her here", "She wants you to meet in a café by 12 pm so we didn't bother to invite her, don't mess this up she is part of the family for sure she will help us", "Ok", why the hell I will think of messing anything when I was eagerly expecting some help, only question hanging in my mind was, why she wanted to meet me alone.