Arriving back home, the rooms were eerily silent. No bickerings on the phone, no clinking of silverware in the kitchen. The once spick and span place was lined with layers of dust that stacked higher by the day. Walking into the kitchen, I took a look inside the fridge for a quick bite. Unsurprisingly, there was nothing seemingly edible.
'No dinner today either huh?' Ever since their divorce, Masai, my mother, disappears next door where her lover lives. She spends most of her time there and probably has dinner with him as well. 'How the judge granted her the house from my father is a damned mystery really…'
Either way, the place was used as collateral for some kind of loan so it's not like we had many more memories to build in this place. Looking around the dusty kitchen one last time before going upstairs, I can almost remember the warm feeling of the stove burning as my mother made us hearty meals throughout my childhood.
That warm feeling, however, didn't last long, as in its place was a dark pit. A pit of hatred for a cheating bitch and an abusive father. With time, their love ran cold, and instead of working things out between them; one resorted to sate her lust with another man, and the other burned every penny through one gamble after the other.
'There's hope for me, if not for them.' Heading upstairs, I kept myself from despairing by chanting hopeful messages in my head. Yet as I took a single step into my room, that hope was shattered completely.
The whole room had been upturned, my bedsheets, my clothes, my books, and everything else had been thrown carelessly all over. As if a rabid dog had gone through my things, the pillows were torn up, my mattress had been skinned, and even the motivational posters over my desk were torn into pieces.
"My wallet!" Noticing my wallet on the floor, I ran right over and picked it up. "W-why…FUCKKKK!!!!"
The money pad wallet that I had left behind this morning was now completely empty. I could feel my blood boil as I looked at every section, trying to find if something was left behind. But alas, there was nothing left in it. Worst of all, I knew who had taken all the money, but I couldn't do anything about it.
'That bitch!' Grinding my teeth in rage, I slammed the wallet on the ground and got back up on my feet. Throwing my bag on my ruined bed, I felt like pulling out my hair and crying. However, that very instance, I heard the creaking of the main door on the ground floor. 'She's here! Maybe I can get my money back?'
Knowing well enough that anger would only tip her off some more, I decided to keep my calm for the moment until I at least got my money back. After that, who cares about what she thinks, I'll just pack my stuff and leave the house a little earlier than I was planning to.
Taking deep breaths and shaking my head a few times, I tried to calm myself before heading downstairs. Halfway down, I caught a glimpse of her furious furrowed eyes. Adding to my bemusement were her jittery fingers shaking uncontrollably as if she'd taken a hit from some kind of substance.
'Again? Is that why she took my money?' I knew both of them were addicts, but she'd never been so transparent about it.
Getting further down the stairs, I noticed her phone by her ear on the other side. Clenching her fist, she began breathing really heavily.
"If you…Grhhh!" Grunting into the phone, she shot me a sideways glance before finishing up the call. "I'll call the fucking police if you show your face here!"
Squeezing her phone tight, she raised it high as if to smack it against the floor. Letting her hand loom in the air for a while she visibly contemplated going through with it, but then brought her phone back down and slipped it into her jean's pocket.
"What?!" She growled, looking right at me as I descended the stairs.
Watching her fuming in the skimpy leopard pattern top, and torn jeans was weird enough to make me consider this talk for another time. However, with every passing day, she was getting more and more lascivious, especially with that bleached blonde hair, and exotic tan which was probably her lover's idea. Thus, right now was as good of a time as any.
"Did you…" Taking my eyes off her bikini tan lines from over her pelvis, I matched her gaze before continuing. "Did you take money from my wallet?"
Squinting her eyes to my question, she leaned to her right with her arms crossed. Glaring at me with a bitter expression, her lips kept going more crooked by the second until she finally barked a retort.
"So what?! You've lived here for free long enough, I can't have another freeloader like your father under this roof!" Stomping her feet, she stepped closer.
"B-but I was saving it for something!" I couldn't possibly let her know that I wanted to escape from her and father.
"Saving for what?!" Grabbing me by the school tie, she forcefully pulled me uncomfortably close. "Always just thinking about yourself, you men are all the fucking same…"
Staring right into my eyes, she was no longer holding back on her hatred towards men. Trying to get away, I grabbed her hand to get it off the tie, but the moment I did so, she slapped my face with her other hand. Disoriented by the slap, I jerked away from her with a sharp beeping sound ringing into my ears.
"First that sorry excuse of a father, then your useless dad, and now you…" By the time I realized what she was saying, she was walking towards me with a glass bottle clutched between her fingers. "Using me however you please, as if I'll let you!"
The next thing I felt was a blunt strike to the side of my skull, and the sound of shattering glass by my ears. Falling nearly unconscious, I lay there on the floor bleeding with glass shards sticking out of my skin.
"I wish you'd died in my womb," were the last words I heard before light escaped my vision.