Hell’s Demon

“Mom, I don’t know why you keep doing this to yourself. I only take your calls because I respect you but it changes nothing. I am never coming back home and that’s it,” he concluded with a note of finality.

“Don’t be stubborn, son. Just do it for my sake. Your brother has accepted to take your place on the board and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to anymore. Please come home—”

“And be reminded everyday of my life that I am a failure because I could not be the man my father wanted me to be?”

His question was met with silence from the other side of the phone and he smirked without humour. His mother might love him as she claimed but she could never go against her husband.

“That’s what I thought. Good bye, Mom.”

He ended the long distance call and dumped the phone beside him. Sometimes, he felt guilty of making his mother choose between her husband and her child but he never wanted her to have to pick sides.

That was one of the reasons why he had left.

He had jus