It has been three weeks since we came back here. We didn't technically took the house back because of the danger it has spoken.Father decided to keep us safe in our uncle's house. My sister and I ,we decided to pursue studying again. But what happened to mother was still a mystery to us. And I knew that sister was greatly affected. She started to lose focus. She started to get distant with me. She started ignoring me. Being the youngest, I thought that I needed attention but I saw how my sister was struggling so I decided to hid all the burning anger inside me.
Father was busy. He was running back and forth. He was busy settling all the loose ends from the neighborhood. He was so busy that I started to get worried for him. One night, I talked to him.And what I learned made me who I am today.
Father was planning an assasination. He was so busy watching the enemy. The one who helped our elder brother. He had his gun always tucked in his pocker ready fo fire at any given perfect moment. I was looking him in the eye when he told he his plan. Father wasn't sorry at all. Father was furious. At that time, I came up to a decision, I had to speak up. I had to be the one to stop him. And God, I was just eleven. I just had my birthday few days ago. Was that what they call maturity? Because of that was it, well I matured at the age of double one.
I told father that killing that person won't do us any good. That it won't help us in any way. It won't bring mother back and sure won't change the fact that the beast was just roaming around. I told father that if he got arrested, what will happen to us? Who will take care of us? I wasn't ready on losing another parent. Losing mother was tolerable because we were never close, but losing father would be an entirely different story. I was glad that father listened to me. He promised. And he kept it until his last breath.
We were doing fine again. We were broken but we were moving limbs.I've seen progress in my situation. I was graduating in few months. My sister though, she was a total piece of work. She graduated grade school and I was just lucky to convinced her to get to high school. With the promise that I'll stick with, for better and even for worst.
Few days before graduation, I got an unexpected visitor. I was playing with my friends when someone came to me and asked me to go to the gate of our school because mother was looking for me. I stood there for moments and forever. I couldn't move a muscle. After two years of missing in action, she suddenly came to me. Surprise caught me offguard. But a learning young adult, curious as you, I decided to see mother.
She was standing there, beautifully. The picture of her flower dress dancing in the wind as I approached her was still so clear in my memory. And I guess it'll never leave me. She got her teary eye so focused on me and it almost made me puke. Hatred started to overflow and the sadness became so obvious.God, I didn't miss this woman. Infact, I despise her.
The mother of the beast it is.