Those Little Words

  THE  DISAPPEARANCE Disclaimer: The characters are fictitious and no reference to any particular organization has been made. The story is a work of fiction and should be treated as such. CHAPTER 5 The Last Straw I woke up at 6 am. And for a second I forgot why I’m here. For a second, I forgot what happened that led to this. I mean how many times have you woken up from a dream that felt so real that you could have sworn you really drowned in it? Infinite times. But this was not a dream. And everything that happened, happened. I went to the doctors to talk about the recovery of my dad. They said he is awake but his condition is still critical. I asked them if I could meet him and they allowed me. I went into his room, ready to kill him with my questions. “Hello sweetie” “No you don’t get to sweetie anymore dad, mom died because of you” His face turned from disappointment to shame. As he should. “You don’t understand” “Then make me understand dad. You’re the only fam...

THE  DISAPPEARANCE Disclaimer: The characters are fictitious and no reference to any particular organization has been made. The story is a work of fiction and should be treated as such. CHAPTER 4 The Reckoning Part of me was happy that my dad was coming home but part of me was scared that what he might be saying was true and people still must be after him. The only way to find out was to wait it out. “Tick tock tick tock tick tock” I heard my clock say as to mock me “he’s fooling you dimwit, he probably ran out of money and wants to come home because of selfish reasons.” And like a normal 17 year old I told my clock to shut up by placing it far away so that it could not bother me with its tick tock anymore. “Ding Dong!” It’s time. My dad showed up YAY. My mother ran to the door like a child who was about to go to Disney. She opened the door and I noticed her face turning flushed. Not with love but with horror, all I could imagine was that he probably brought another girlf...

THE  DISAPPEARANCE Disclaimer: The characters are fictitious and no reference to any particular organization has been made. The story is a work of fiction and should be treated as such. CHAPTER 3 THE COMEBACK I didn't know what to say anymore. I stare down at the table, circling my finger around a point on the table. My dad does the same. And then after an awkward silence he asks me about my school, career and health. Hoping this ends soon, I answer immediately without making a fuss but as coldly as I can. I had to prove a point that I might be obliged to answer to him but that doesn't mean I have to feel like I care if I tell him. Right? Not after what he did to us. In mid conversation he drops a bombshell of a fantasy at me. "I understand you're distant sweetie" "Oh really? Do you also understand how it feels to be abandoned and have people look at you with nothing but pity? Do you know what they say about me dad? That I am not good enough. ...

THE DISAPPEARANCE CHAPTER 2 PICKY SEVENTEEN "You slept okay? Happy birthday sweetie" "Yes, thanks mom" Truly, sometimes I feel like birthdays are meaningless and are a marketing propaganda. A false glorification of having “sum of all your stupidities” turning you into ‘wiser’. "Good, your dad will come at 6pm at cafe Lamar" I had totally forgotten about that. And God, it hurt. "Oh so, I'm not even relevant enough for him to pick me up from home" "Sweetie he loves you, he is just too busy with his work" "Right, mom he left us, why are you always defending him? Why??????" Oops. There they were! Tears. The one thing I was avoiding in front of my mom ever since he left us. I wanted to be strong for her, to show her that I was a big girl but today, I am done with how she is glorifying that man. He left us for dead (well not technically but you get the point) and tries to walk into our lives back as if noth...