Novel & Cerita Leaving My Biased Family Behind

We had made the difficult decision to leave behind the familiarity of the castle and seek a fresh start, a place where our family could thrive. As we walked away from the towering structure that had been our home for so long, a mix of emotions swirled within me. I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness, a longing for the memories and the people we were leaving behind. I glanced at Mauris, his face mirroring my own conflicting emotions.

My brother doesn’t keep arguing, he takes off into the night. There was a time, a decade or so after Darrick turned me, that I left my family. Against his wishes, but I couldn’t stay with him. It was at the height of my hatred. Not just hatred for my father, but also hatred for myself, for what I’d become.

‘It is understandable, they are your family, and given how they are, so loving, caring, nurturing, leaving them behind must be difficult,’ he spoke as he kissed the back of my hand. ‘I am not just leaving them behind, Nash,’ I spoke grimly as I turned to see my home, my people, as we drove out of the main gate, ‘I am leaving my soul behind. These people, these buildings, these houses, they are my soul. And I don’t think I would ever be complete without them.’

I plop into my chair at my desk, completely exhausted from my conversation with my mother. I've basically been cut out of my family. I don't know if I left or they exiled me but the divide already existed before I moved out. I wish I could officially withdraw from the family. Tell them I don't need a card with fifty bucks on my birthday and I don't need to know when they leave the country. It would be nice not to feel like I need to inform them when I get a new job or send them my new address.

I said carefully. She tilted her head. “You don’t think family reputation is shared?” “I think I stopped being a reflection of this family when I left.” Her eyes sharpened, just slightly. “You left because you refused to listen.” “I left because listening meant erasing myself,” I said, my voice steady despite the tightness in my chest. She folded her hands again. “You chose a very visible way to do that.” “I didn’t choose for people to watch,” I said. “I chose to live.”

My family had these expectations for me. They wanted me to be a certain person and live a certain life but that person was not me. So I left." "That takes courage," he said. "Or stupidity," I said then tried to laugh but it came out wrong. "I am still not sure which one." "Courage," he said firm. "Running away from money and comfort to find yourself takes guts." I looked down at my food because his words made my throat feel weird. Nobody ever called me brave before, most people would call me ungrateful or foolish for leaving my family.

I should have been used to this. My parents had always made me feel that I was nothing. They doted on Damon while they wished me to go away. And I did. Thank God, my grandfather took me in. He was my sole protector in this family. When I graduated, I had only one thing in mind: to escape this family. I had no place in it. When I left, I kept thinking they would miss me. That my parents would realize that I am also their son, but my leaving them does not change anything. In fact, it made their lives easier.

I lied. My father’s voice cracked. “If you walk out that door, you walk out alone.” I looked at him—the man who taught me how to fight, how to read people, how to survive—and I said the one thing I knew would cut deepest. “Then maybe I was never really part of this family.” The silence that followed was worse than shouting. Worse than slamming doors. It was the sound of something breaking. I left that night with Liam waiting outside, smirking like he’d won. I thought I was choosing love. Freedom. A future.

After being scolded, the three of them lowered their heads in silence. I couldn’t help but chuckle. When it came to cutting words, no one could beat Lucy. Her tongue was like a blade dipped in poison. Seeing they had come, Lucy patted the dust off her clothes and got up to leave. My family laid the food in front of my tombstone and began talking to me. Mom had cried herself blind. My parents were hunched over, their bodies frail and trembling.

"Mom knows she was wrong. Come home. I made a whole dinner. All your favorites." I looked at her. "What do I like?" She froze for a second. "I made roast chicken. And mashed potatoes." I smiled faintly. "I hate roast chicken and mashed potatoes. Those are Brian's favorites. I'm not going back. If you really feel sorry, sign the papers." Her tears came instantly. "Your father wants a divorce. Paulene is divorcing Brian. This family can't survive without you. Please stop making trouble." "What does their divorce have to do with me? Do you need me, or do you just need someone to take the blame? If I go back, you'll all unite against me again, right? Mom, people don't stay stupid forever. I won'