I agreed to mom's suggestion that I live in Sotour Ville, where her sister, Aunt Agnes, lives. But I informed Mom that I would prefer to stay in the condo and assured her that I would continue my studies and call her daily. I knew Dad was unaware of Mom's choice, but I knew he had a sense that Mom would help me; I just didn't know what his next moves would be to fully destroy my life. But for the time being, I'm focusing on the present.
Dad didn't stop me from fleeing or order the guards to stop me; it's as if he made up his mind just like I did. Mom told me that dad had left immediately after our disagreement at dinner. We don't know where he went, but she told me that dad was still enraged. The guards let me out freely, but they did not let me take my car with me since it was dad's order to them.
"Wait, wait!" I stopped when I heard Bryon's voice. I eve
September 27, 2016I took pain relievers for my headache, yet it still hurts because of my wound. I was also tired of walking, but all of that seemed to evaporate when I arrived at Sierra's house. I looked at my wrist watch and noticed that it was exactly nine o'clock in the evening; there were only a few people on the road, but they all appeared to be chasing the time. People are closing their stores at this time since there is a curfew. It's a good thing no one spotted me wandering in the middle of the curfew. It's as though I'm standing on a dead-end road right now.Sierra has kept the lights in their bakery turned off since Jade left. I looked around and noticed that the stores had already closed and that the owners were heading out, most likely on their way home. Only the streetlight next to Sierra's Bakery illuminates the road. When I turned to look towar
"Are you not confident and don't believe we can get through this together?" was the only question I could ask her as disappointment grew inside of me."No, Archer, it's not like that. I'm merely thinking about actual possibilities rather than being idealistic." I didn't object when she said that. I simply nodded at her remark and gently let go of her, feeling sad and disappointed. I didn't want to force her anymore, but I also didn't want to leave her alone either, so I just stood there wondering about what to do next. I couldn't stay here either since I can't bear the thought of seeing my father again, and I'm also thinking about what Bryon said. He's partly correct; Dad could still consider stabbing me from behind, and he might believe that going for Sierra would satisfy his vengeance on me.Maybe I'm disappointed and upset because I thought and expected her
I was awakened by the sunlight shining directly into my face. As I blinked a few times, I noticed that the window was open, allowing light to enter and strike me directly. I wondered at first why I didn't hear my alarm clock or Mildred's loud voice asking me to get up every time, telling me that I needed to get ready for school. But it wasn't until my gaze was drawn to the wooden ceiling that I realized I wasn't in my room. I sat up slowly and gently rubbed my eyes. I was taken aback when I noticed Sierra, who was sitting at the edge of the bed, beaming at me."Good morning." She said it in a calm tone. My lips curved into a smile. At first, I was a little taken aback by everything, but that feeling has vanished because of her. Maybe it's because I still can't believe I'm standing on my own. I'm still adjusting because I'm not used to anyone not waking me up in the morning or making sure I have everything
I sipped the cup of coffee that Sierra made for me. Because of my excitement, it even burned my tongue a little. For a little moment, she became frustrated with me and even reprimanded me for not blowing it first. I just laughed at her facial reaction because she's so cute when she's angry."You mentioned earlier that you're used to not eating breakfast; why did you train yourself in this sort of way?" I raised my brows at her, indicating that I did not agree with her behavior."At first, I wasn't used to it. When Robert wasn't here yet, Aunt Jade and I always ate together: breakfast, lunch, snacks, and dinner. But when Robert was always here and almost lived here, I began to feel uneasy in his presence because he was always staring at me, so I typically simply shut myself in the room or stayed in the bakeshop. When it was time to eat, I would always reason out
September 28, 2016It's now four o'clock in the afternoon, and I'm on my way home to Sierra's place after completing my transfer paperwork. Mom was present to expedite the process, and the principal had many questions. They even assumed we were going to move out of town, which is why we were in such a hurry to complete my transfer to another school. Mom explained and reasoned that I would be living with my grandfather in the city, and she answered all of their inquiries with such a confident tone and straight face that they all seemed to believe her. Mom just proved to me today that she could be an actress since she is so good at lying and acting that she doesn't seem to be faking it at all. Mom even offered to drive me to where I was staying, but I declined and told her to go home right away because Dad might think of something else if he found out mom wasn't at home or with her friends.
"When are you going to grow and learn, huh? I'm so tired of understanding your antics! Now, look at the outcome of what you did! The video of you losing yourself outside that bakeshop was widely circulated all over Camden and national news, you're the talk of the town, and you even dragged our family! They're making fun of us! Just because of a goddamn girl you're going insane! Dad hit me again with a whip, and all I could do was scream in pain.I'm seated on a chair, my body tied to it, in an empty dark room with only a faint light bulb providing illumination. It's been seven years since I've been here; grandpa was the one who would always drag me down our house's empty dark basement, and who frequently gave me punishment and beatings if I made a mistake or did something he didn't like, especially when it has something about our family being negative to the public. Dad and mom were always at odds re
October 13, 2021The days passed, and my condition and well-being improved when I stopped caring about everyone but myself. I hid myself from the public view, I deactivated all my social media accounts,and I dedicated my time to reading and making music. And anytime my old bandmates have free time, I spend it with them by jamming to music like we used to do when we were younger.Sure, there are still paparazzi following me wherever I go as if I'm some big-time celebrity, including the grocery store and places where I find tranquility. During my long silence, journalists and reporters stopped following me around to gather more of my narrative, but I knew that my name could no longer be removed from the internet; I was recognized as a deranged son of the mayor who continued to claim that a long-dead person was still alive.
October 10, 2016"Please, Archer, eat now. You're losing weight because you keep missing meals, and we're all concerned about your health." Mildred pleaded with me as she tried to feed me the spoonful of food she was carrying, but I swiftly turned away from her, as I had alwaysdone since they imprisoned me in my room.Thick, long rubber ties are tied over my wrists and feet, preventing me from doing anything, particularly hurting myself or making a mess. Dad hired a doctor to always check on my well-being, since no matter how hard Dad tried to keep me under his control, I was simply too stubborn, that even feeding me is a hard battle for them. My existence feels so meaningless and worthless, and I don't care if I die in starvation one of these days.I kept my gaze set on the glass pane window of my bedro