Chapter 7 I Screamed At The Top Of My Voice

"What!" I screamed at the top of my voice.

I couldn't believe what I had heard. My father had given up the ghost. No, this couldn't be happening. I talked to him yesterday.

I knew his situation was critical and he had only a few months to leave but I still couldn't believe he was done.

It had happened too soon. I hadn't enjoyed my father enough yet and I wasn't ready to navigate the world on my own yet.

I broke into tears and the doctor tried his best to comfort me to no avail. I stood up a few minutes later and rushed out of the hospital.

I couldn't ask to see the body. I wasn't mentally prepared for that yet. I ran to my car as the tears fell uncontrollably.

I sat in the car and continued crying. I could go to work like this, I had to go back home first to inform my mother and try to get myself.

I inserted the key and started the car. I drove out of the hospital a few minutes later after having mustered enough courage to handle driving on my own.

I reached home after and went straight into my mother's room. For some reason unknown to me, I felt angry with her.

My feelings of sadness were replaced with anger as soon as I entered the house. I didn't know why but I felt like what had happened was partly her fault.

To me, it was like she hadn't wanted him enough. I reached the door and stopped in an attempt to calm myself before walking in but I lost it when I heard her laughter from inside the room

Once again, I felt the anger build up as I wiped the tears that blocked my vision off my eyes. I wasn't going to be picky with my words anymore.

I kicked the door open and walked in but I was even more astonished with what I saw. My mother was on Facetime with some young idiot who was only with her for the money.

It wasn't the first time I had seen my mother chatting with these young vultures but it was the angriest I had been.

I walked over to the laptop, carried it, and smashed it on the ground with all my might. My mother was speechless as she left her mouth won't open.

"Damn, you mom. You didn't even wait to receive the news before going back to your ways. Why are you so heartless?" I asked, amid tears, and dropped to the ground.

My mother, who had an angry expression on her face, stood up and walked towards me slowly. I ignored her and continued shedding my tears.

"What do you mean? What happened? What news are you talking about?" she asked.

"It's dad, he's gone. It happened early this morning. The editor said he was raised to the ICU where he lost his life. We'll never get to see him again. I won't ever see his compassionate stare anymore. Those gorgeous eyes have been closed forever." I said.

"Oh my, this is bad news. I can't believe he's gone," she replied before placing her hands over her mouth and sinking to her knees.

I didn't reply to her and continued to sob. It was enough that she was cheating on my father but I couldn't stand the fact that she was cheating on him on the day of his departure.

My mother had already started seeing other men before my father got admitted to the hospital. I was aware of it and I think my father got suspicious of her too at one point.

I guess he never confronted her about it because he had no evidence backing his claim or because of the love he had for her.

Without much thought, I stood up and attempted to leave the room. I didn't know where I was going and I didn't have any clear direction.

All I knew was that I was going out of there no matter what. Staying there wasn't an option for me anymore.

I disliked my mother with every fiber of my being. I wondered why my father loved her so much. I guess when we love, we can't help ourselves, and because of this we often get used and cheated.

It reminded me of my past relationship with Chris. I wondered if this was how my life was going to end as well.

I could visualize it perfectly, I could see myself on a deathbed with Chris talking to some young hottie on the phone.

It had happened several times even in my youth so it was bound to happen in my old age as well.

I shut the thoughts from my mind and began packing the contents of my bag that had spilled when I fell.

I thought about where to go. I wanted to return to the hospital but I also wanted to have some alone time.

Being with Chris would make me feel better, I began remembering the moments when we were together and how happy we were.

Shortly after, I became ashamed of myself. My father had died and here I was, seeking happiness.