The Day I Will Never Forget
The scent of rain still lingered in the air as the sun shined brightly through the small spaced of my blinds. I moaned irritably, tossing over as the wind in the crisp air of spring. I placed a pillow over my head as the annoying buzzing of my alarm clock rang in my ears, making my head throb more than it already was. After about five minutes of the sound of the blinds and the windowsill I rose into a sitting position, face cradled by my left hand. I had that dream of her again, I thought sadly as I could feel tears in my eyes. Visions of my mother’s gentle face raced through my mind as my chest ached from seeing her face. “Mom.” I whispered.
It had been a while since the anniversary of her death, but I could still feel the pain in my heart. My mom raised me alone as my father left me at an early age. I shook the thoughts from my head as I placed my feet on the smooth, wooden floor. I walked over to the window, pulling the blinds up to see that some water had leaked into the cracks of my window. I let out a soft sigh as my cell phone beeped; breaking me from the painful thoughts my dream gave me. I picked it up curiously just to see I had a text. I of course flipped it open to see who it was from, just to glare hatefully at it the second my eyes laid on the number.
It was my father, reminding me about our meeting later on in the afternoon. I clutched the phone tightly, fighting back the urge to throw it at the wall. My mom popped back into my mind, instantly soothing the anger that was boiling deep inside my being. I sighed as I loosened the grip on my phone and checked the time on it to see it was time to get ready for today’s meeting. I had taken off work today for this man I so desperately wanted to kill, but he had answers and I wanted to know those more than anything. I felt sadness well up inside me as the questions of why he left us filled my mind. “Did you just not love us enough dad?” I questioned sadly as I tossed my phone onto my bed.
I shook my head as I pilled those feelings of abandonment back into my mind and headed for a shower. Once I was done with my morning routine and fully dressed I grabbed an apple on the way out of the house, not trying to linger on thoughts that would throw my mind back into a sea of depression. I got into my car and drove off to the address that he had given me, I was listening to the music and it made me feel less angry. I was a computer technician and made great money. I had great friends, still looking for love, but I was on my own. I worked hard for everything I had so it’s not money I looked after, nor would I take my father’s money. I don’t need his sympathy. I thought as I bit my lips, fighting to calm my nerves that were on end at the moment. I never felt this way before.
It didn’t take me long to get to his house, but once I saw the mansion he had, I really wanted to drive my car right through his front door. I refrained from it though as I parked my car at the front of his house, taking the keys out of the ignition as I got out of the car. I closed the door, trying hard not to slam the door as my car did nothing to anger me. I felt my heart beat fast in my chest as my palms grew sweaty from the tension that was built up inside me. I made my way to the door and pounded on it, not caring about the level my anger was at the moment.
A butler answered and smiled softly at me, “Lucifer correct? The master is waiting for you in his study. Please, let’s not keep him waiting.” “Yes let’s not.” I screamed out nervously as I followed the elderly man down the never ending halls.
We came to a room at the end of the very long hall way and I entered without using mannered towards the butler or greeting my father in the way he would have liked me to. “You’ve grown so much, son.” He said amazed. I answered him, “I’m not here to take compliments. I have one question to ask you.” “Just one?” He chuckled as he gently shook his glass, “Would you like a glass?” He asked as he pointed towards the mini bar next to his cherry wood desk. “I don’t drink.” I glared hatefully at his sudden jump in topic. “What a shame.” He said broadly.
“Anyways I want to know why you left.” My father stood, with something in his pocket as he took out his wallet. “What is it you really came for?” He asked as he opened it to reveal a wad of cash hiding in between the leather prison. “I have much to offer you.” He said as he took out the cash and handed it to me. I glared, insulted by his actions, “I’m not here for money!” I shouted as I knocked the cash of his hand, sending it flying in all directions. “I just want a simple answer.” I said trying to calm the anger that started to bubble up inside me.
“So then how is your mother?” He asked changing the subject again. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, slamming him against the wall. “What does that matter to someone like you!” I growled because I had no control over my emotions. “Judging by the amount of rage you have, I would say she is dead? Am I correct?” He questioned arrogantly.
I felt something snap inside me as his smug grin pushed me into the pool of insanity. I took out my pocket knife that I had in my jeans and stabbed him. The shock of it all made his eyes grow wide as blood quickly colored his shirt red. He fell to the floor; bleeding out as I turned and walked out, not caring about the so called father I once had, though shaking my head at the thought of never knowing what his answer was.
The scent of rain still lingered in the air as the sun shined brightly through the small spaced of my blinds. I moaned irritably, tossing over as the wind in the crisp air of spring. I placed a pillow over my head as the annoying buzzing of my alarm clock rang in my ears, making my head throb more than it already was. After about five minutes of the sound of the blinds and the windowsill I rose into a sitting position, face cradled by my left hand. I had that dream of her again, I thought sadly as I could feel tears in my eyes. Visions of my mother’s gentle face raced through my mind as my chest ached from seeing her face. “Mom.” I whispered.
It had been a while since the anniversary of her death, but I could still feel the pain in my heart. My mom raised me alone as my father left me at an early age. I shook the thoughts from my head as I placed my feet on the smooth, wooden floor. I walked over to the window, pulling the blinds up to see that some water had leaked into the cracks of my window. I let out a soft sigh as my cell phone beeped; breaking me from the painful thoughts my dream gave me. I picked it up curiously just to see I had a text. I of course flipped it open to see who it was from, just to glare hatefully at it the second my eyes laid on the number.
It was my father, reminding me about our meeting later on in the afternoon. I clutched the phone tightly, fighting back the urge to throw it at the wall. My mom popped back into my mind, instantly soothing the anger that was boiling deep inside my being. I sighed as I loosened the grip on my phone and checked the time on it to see it was time to get ready for today’s meeting. I had taken off work today for this man I so desperately wanted to kill, but he had answers and I wanted to know those more than anything. I felt sadness well up inside me as the questions of why he left us filled my mind. “Did you just not love us enough dad?” I questioned sadly as I tossed my phone onto my bed.
I shook my head as I pilled those feelings of abandonment back into my mind and headed for a shower. Once I was done with my morning routine and fully dressed I grabbed an apple on the way out of the house, not trying to linger on thoughts that would throw my mind back into a sea of depression. I got into my car and drove off to the address that he had given me, I was listening to the music and it made me feel less angry. I was a computer technician and made great money. I had great friends, still looking for love, but I was on my own. I worked hard for everything I had so it’s not money I looked after, nor would I take my father’s money. I don’t need his sympathy. I thought as I bit my lips, fighting to calm my nerves that were on end at the moment. I never felt this way before.
It didn’t take me long to get to his house, but once I saw the mansion he had, I really wanted to drive my car right through his front door. I refrained from it though as I parked my car at the front of his house, taking the keys out of the ignition as I got out of the car. I closed the door, trying hard not to slam the door as my car did nothing to anger me. I felt my heart beat fast in my chest as my palms grew sweaty from the tension that was built up inside me. I made my way to the door and pounded on it, not caring about the level my anger was at the moment.
A butler answered and smiled softly at me, “Lucifer correct? The master is waiting for you in his study. Please, let’s not keep him waiting.” “Yes let’s not.” I screamed out nervously as I followed the elderly man down the never ending halls.
We came to a room at the end of the very long hall way and I entered without using mannered towards the butler or greeting my father in the way he would have liked me to. “You’ve grown so much, son.” He said amazed. I answered him, “I’m not here to take compliments. I have one question to ask you.” “Just one?” He chuckled as he gently shook his glass, “Would you like a glass?” He asked as he pointed towards the mini bar next to his cherry wood desk. “I don’t drink.” I glared hatefully at his sudden jump in topic. “What a shame.” He said broadly.
“Anyways I want to know why you left.” My father stood, with something in his pocket as he took out his wallet. “What is it you really came for?” He asked as he opened it to reveal a wad of cash hiding in between the leather prison. “I have much to offer you.” He said as he took out the cash and handed it to me. I glared, insulted by his actions, “I’m not here for money!” I shouted as I knocked the cash of his hand, sending it flying in all directions. “I just want a simple answer.” I said trying to calm the anger that started to bubble up inside me.
“So then how is your mother?” He asked changing the subject again. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, slamming him against the wall. “What does that matter to someone like you!” I growled because I had no control over my emotions. “Judging by the amount of rage you have, I would say she is dead? Am I correct?” He questioned arrogantly.
I felt something snap inside me as his smug grin pushed me into the pool of insanity. I took out my pocket knife that I had in my jeans and stabbed him. The shock of it all made his eyes grow wide as blood quickly colored his shirt red. He fell to the floor; bleeding out as I turned and walked out, not caring about the so called father I once had, though shaking my head at the thought of never knowing what his answer was.
I had a school assignment to write a story, just thought to share it with you all. ^_^ I hope you all like it. Also ThatOneChick helped me a lot to re-write it and edit it, Thanks a lot to her. <3
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