"Welcome, Ben!" Roseville, my fiancée greeted me with a kiss, as she opened the door."Thanks dear." I replied, raspily, trying to look elsewhere than her face.The expression on my face wasn't thankful, though. If alone she knew what I had in mind, she would know it's no time to exchange pleasantries. I have also been here a couple of times, I needed not to familiarize myself with the environment. Not much had changed after all.She raised her gaze to my face and frowned. Placing a hand gently, on my shoulder, she said,"What's it with you? You don't seem alright. Please talk to me," She held onto my collar dearly, her eyes peering into mine, pleadingly."Can you at least usher in me?" I stated, rather huskily."Oh sorry Ben! I almost forgot. I was just too curious," she apologized and led me into the living room, holding me by my hand, as we walked."You may have a seat. Make yourself comfortable," she offered, with a smile."Thanks," I breathed.I sat down on the couch and she sat

I stopped my car in front of mum's large house and alighted. Yes, it was mum's house. She owned it all to herself! Although my parents were not divorced, they lived separately. It was obvious that the idea of living together with mum, didn't really sit well with dad. He always had prejudiced views about women. To him, women were mere distractions, they were only meant to be fucked and nothing else! Too bad of him! Worst of all was, he loved clubbing, especially while he was younger. He was a fan of one night stands. I won't be too surprised to hear that I had a step brother or sister elsewhere I knew nothing about. He was such a fucking dick head!My mum told me everything. She told me how they met for the first time, at the club, where she worked as a stripper, at the time she was in dire need of money. He paid for her services and they spent the night together. He was gone early the next morning, after mistakenly leaving a bundle of cash and his business card behind.According to h

Morning finally arrived. I was awoken by the gentle rays of sunlight, that found its way through the tiny opening curtain-covered window. Sleepily, I tilted my head gently to the other side of the bed. Rubbing sleep off my eyes with the back of my hand, I opened my eyes, slightly.I looked around the room. Everything was strange. It wasn't the regular room I used to know. Opening my eyes widely, I sat down and inspected the room properly, taking in every single detail of the room. The cream coloured walls, the wooden chest of drawers, the bed, the duvet, the bedside table,... It only reminded me of one place. I was dawned with apprehension at once."But how did I get here?" I wondered silently, my brain thinking about the possible answers to it.I could recall that I was locked out of my house yesterday, and I came to mum's place. Oh yeah! That's it.Without much thought, I sprang out of bed and went towards the door. I pushed it open and stepped out of the room gently. I walked to

"Hi dad! How're you doing?" I greeted, as soon as he entered the living room.Dad looked so bizarre. His grey hairs and wrinkled face made him look like he was far into his seventies, whereas he was just in his late fifties. His looks resembled those of my grandpa, when he was alive.He kept silent, moving his gaze at me. His eyes were filled with great contempt, as he sat down on a sofa opposite to the one mum and I sat. It was so deadly the way he looked at me. I was compelled to keep my eyes off him, and my mouth shut too. Besides, what else would I have said?"Johnson, what's wrong with you?" It was mum, this time."Nothing, Liya. I'm alright." He replied. "So, why don't you want to talk to Ben?""He doesn't worth it."'What?! What did he just say?' I covered my mouth with my palms and gasped for air. Gulping down, I cast a stare at mum to see her reaction."Why, Johnson? He's our son, our only son," Mum pleaded, on my behalf."Yeah, he's our shameless son! Had he listened to me

It's been weeks now. Almost a month already, since I haven't seen or heard from my Rosy! I've missed her so much.I wet my bed with tears every night, when I think about her and how she left me, without uttering a word. If only she knew how much I love and have missed her. If only she could listen to me. If only she could…My ruthless family, except for darling Mum of course, never ever cared about me. Dad never gave a fucking damn! He fought tooth and nail to make sure that he frustrated my life so well, at all costs. And here I am, drowning deep in my pain, without any flicker of hope. Not even a glint of it!I was home now, at the comfort of my room, though I found in no comfort therein. Instead, I was clouded by the shadowy torrents of anguish and seemingly unending pain. I'm sure would have been better off at Mum's place. At least, I'd get the right dose of comfort I yearned for.The lawyer came a week after, just as dad promised, that was a fortnight ago, and fortuitously, the