Chapter 8: CHAPTER EIGHT
School was good on Friday.
Well...at least better than my boring house, full of dozens of workers with little or no family.
Mom had returned home somewhere around eleven last night.
She broke my heart. For the first time in her life, she was drunk.
Broke her own rules...violated her principles.
My mom had a strict rule against drinking.
"Those with a good soul and strong faith don't drink." She would say. "We may be struggling but we don't give up."
That was what kept my dad and our family sane and alive after Grandma's death.
You'd probably say I talk about my grandma too much. I'm still mourning that's why. It's been five years but I will not accelerate my grief. It's totally fine to talk about her, Cry sometimes and sniff her belongings.
The mistake my parents made. They thought the only way to heal from the pain was to numb it, hide it, pretend it never happened and just continue living. However, it doesn't work out that way. It's okay to cry, let it out, and bang your steering wheel a little.
I don't know if it was guilt or regret that almost drove my dad into alcohol addiction. On several occasions, my dad would return home drunk.
My mom being our pillar didn't allow him to hit rock bottom. She took him to therapy, yelled at him, a few slaps in some cases and he was on meds. Some that I know of and some he hid in the bathroom to take them.
I saw everything.
They did nothing in secrecy.
I mean didn't they ever bother to think. "oh he's just a child. It would kill his childhood, give him trauma or something." Probably why I'm too mature for my age.
I guess being poor makes one inconsiderate.
No matter how much I try to ignore everyone, in terms of the rumor about Grandma's demise and Dad being her killer. Something tugs at my gut.
That little voice in my head tells me that he is Grandma's murderer.
Despite all these, deep down my heart tells me that he is not. And my biggest fear and what-if is; "what if one day I find out he truly is."
On Friday...
I went to school in my sleek and shiny uniform. My driver dropped me off in a limo. Yeah, a limo. I didn't even see my so-called mother before leaving.
Being the most popular and wealthiest kid at the same time. The joy was far from great.
I enjoyed every bit of it.
Until...
She came.
Kimberly Hart walked up to me. I was thrilled, thinking she was finally gonna ask me to be her boyfriend. But it was a different case.
"Can I talk to you for a sec?" She asked in a small tone. It made her look so small and pathetic in front of me.
We stepped into the library.
I was mentally slapping myself each second, to stop gazing into her beautiful sparkly eyes and looking like a total weirdo.
"Chester." She started chewing on her lower lip and her eyes welled up with tears.
We locked eyes.
She mumbled incoherent things through her hands and choked on her sobs.
She joined both hands in submission and defeat. At this point, I was beyond confused. What on earth is happening?
Seeing Kimberly Hart cry was an awful sight. It was pain on a whole new different level.
I couldn't do anything.
"Please I beg you, Chester. Don't take this estate away from us."
"What?" I asked wishing I sounded more sorry than confused.
"Please! Stop your mother from ruining my life. If she buys this school and everything in the estate. I would die. I've been..."
A great sob escaped her and she covered her face with shaking hands.
"I've been...in six different schools for the past three years. I'm depressed and tired. I just started liking this place. She's gonna demolish everything."
I asked her who else knows about this apart from us two.
"I only found out yesterday. I overheard my dad talking to your mom on the phone."
She could no longer hold the heartbreak and she fell to the floor as her grief poured out in a flood of tears of uncontrollable tears.
Her emotions flood through me. I could feel her pain and loneliness.
I helped her up and hugged her. Patting her back constantly.
"It's okay...shhh it's fine."
Her hair was on my face. I took in her scent. Smelled like lavender with an earthy twist.
Even though I wanted that moment to last forever, I had to let her go. I gently tucked her hair behind her ears and raised her chin.
"I have to go now okay? I'll fix this I promise."
She nodded with the sweetest smile.
"That scoundrel sukani."
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