Chapter 3 Leaving for my New

Invisible _ Scar : The truth hurts. People like you don't want to know the truth. It takes some one like me who has experienced so much in life to know an attention seekers like you. I will advice you, Sweet heart , stop making others pity you. It's not the right way of seeking attention. You are disgusting to everyone who come across you. mood changer. Who on earth is this guy ?

Unsolvable_ Mysteries: Thanks, but no, thanks from you. I don't need your advice. You can take it and shove it wherever you want to, I don't care.

This is the last warning @ Invincible_ Scar. Don't contact me again. I don't need haters like you in my life. I'm better off the way I am. I don't need people like you.

Clicking sends, I block him from sending anything to me.

I sigh. Tugging my hair in frustration, I lie on the bed.

Just who is that stupid human who doesn't just mind their business?

Unable to stop Me from doing what my mind just thought about, I click on his profile.

Aside from his profile picture *which is that of a boy's face covered with a mask* and his bio that talks about sinking into a void, there's nothing else to his name. Nothing that shows who the invisible Scar is.

Guess he's just some psychopath looking for whom to piss off in this day.

Keeping my phone on the bed, I decided to take another nap. Had it been on a normal day, I would have had an escape into my world.

My phone dinged with a notification.

"It better not be who I am thinking." I frown.

Checking my phone, I see the email icon on my home screen.

Did I block him, only for him to get my email?

But it's not possible. Aside from my IG account, I've not for once posted anything related to my Gmail.

Clicking on the mail, my eyes widened when I read through the heading.

Congratulations Aiden....

I don't need to read through the entire message to know I've been given admission into the college.

Finally!

I squeak in happiness.

Rising from the bed, I dance to the tone of music that's played to me by my mind.

Shaking and shouting at the top of my lungs, I become unaware of anything else around me. My mind was filled with happiness.

"Woo-hoo!" I whistle as my dance step changed to a more hurried one.

"Must you disturb the house on this day?"

I nearly fall on my butt when I heard the words. I must have been too sucked in my world to notice the arrival of my father.

"You.... You're back?" I nervously wipe my hands on my clothes, my palms getting sweaty all of a sudden. It's as if my hands decided to have a wet sprint.

"Of course I am. Were you expecting me not to?" He raised a brow at me.

"That's not...."

"I can't believe you're rejoicing on a day like this. You have the heart to be happy on a day that took more than it gave." He levels me with a look. "Most times, I wonder if you're not the witch that killed your mother."

"Dad..."

"Shut up! Don't you dare call me father with that cursed mouth you have? You're not worthy of calling me. Never you dare call me father again." He says in an angry voice. His eyes show how furious he is.

I might be a bit far from him, but it doesn't prevent me from knowing how drunken he is. His eyes alone show it all.

"Fa..."

"What were you rejoicing about?"

"I got admission in Alphandale *the best university in the state. Only a few are lucky to attend the school.* "I said with a smile.

"Good. Getting an admission there is the best for both of us. I was afraid you won't get an admission based on how lazy you are when it comes to school work." He slurs his words a bit. "Good riddance. This way, I won't be able to endure your disgusting presence. It's the best thing for the both of us." He nods.

It's indeed the best thing that has ever happened to me. Attending that university means I get to have the peace of mind I crave. It means I won't be able to endure much of the pains in this place.

It means I won't get to starve most days all because father happens to be in the kitchen *most times, I have a hunch that father knowingly enters the kitchen whenever it's meal time. This way, I won't get to have my meals in time.*

Most times, I stay the entire day without having any meal, all because he decided not to leave the kitchen.

"Make sure to take everything that concerns you from this place. I won't be expecting you until the Christmas holiday. I wouldn't have wanted you here had it not been for your mother's love for the season."

With those words, he leaves my room.

This is it.

Others, when the news of their admission is told to their family, a party of some sort will be thrown, but that's not the same with me.

My admission to him is the best way of getting rid of me.

To him, the admission makes it easier for him to get rid of me without making it seem that way.

*

I give my room one final look. Aside from my clothes, nothing else in this room have being taken. My room is still the way it has always been.

The bed was neatly made. My books were neatly kept and arranged according to their names and genres. On one of the shelves is my trophies. Awards I won to make my father proud, but it seems the old man isn't someone that can be easily pleased.

The awards weren't enough to bring me into his good grace. It wasn't enough to make him see me as something besides a curse.

I'll lie if I say I'll miss my home. There's nothing to miss here. Everywhere I go brings to light one sad memory or another.

Nothing in this household has any happy memories for me. It's just one sad memory after the other. Not even enough to make me shed tears as I leave my room.

Father isn't around when I left, just like I expected. Knowing him, he's probably at his best friend's house.

Given the home I've always known and lived in all my life, I enter into my vehicle *and don't even think about that. My father wasn't the one who bought the vehicle for me. The car was bought with the money my mother left for me.*, and driven off to my new home for the next four years.