"I am sorry", I said to him as I held him by the hand, hoping this time he'd turn to look at me. "Okay" he said disappearing into the crowd of pupils, I lifted my neck to check where he had gone, but it was overcrowded and difficult to recognize a single person since we all were in the same uniform. That Friday when I got home I did nothing at all , I didn't pick Alpha from preschool, I left school without jaden, I didn't give Grandma her afternoon medication also didn't give bobby ,our dog his afternoon food. I just lay on bed with billion thoughts on my head and before I knew it sleep caught me.
"Zayden !!!!" I heard an angry voice calling in my sleep and I thought maybe it was just a dream, until reality strike when I was waken up by a brutal attack upon my back and I silently screamed in pain." How could you forget the most important thing, you didn't pick alpha. You also didn't give mama her pills now she's unconscious all coz of you zee", my mom shouted and screamed at me, tears flowed down my eyes and I wished for an angel of mercy to come and take me along with her. "Get off my back mom, I also wanna live my life like the other kids not to be held hostage taking care of some dying old women..." I shouted back and before I could finish, she slapped me then pushed me against the wall, pointing her finger at me.
"what! what did you say Zayden", with tears flowing down my eyes more stressed about how Ryan walked out on me. " yes I mean what I said, sometimes I wish I was never your son. Being born here is like baptism of fire, I hate my life and everything", I pushed her and ran out of the room, then out of the house down the street with a tears stained face. I stopped after running a mile without looking back I thought about what had just happened and for a second or two I felt suicidal but I didn't have courage to give up my life as mom always said my life belongs to the holy father and he will be the one to take it back. I was lost on my thoughts I didn't wanna live I didn't wanna die also. After a lot of thoughts I found my self stuck in a chair right in the bar of the city Club (Club Jenerio)
"What's this brat doing here", a lot of people said but that didn't shake me in any way "whiskey" I said and the bar man laughed like I cracked a bad joke. " we don't serve brats here", he said drawing the attention of the other people who were nearby, he looked somewhat young, four years older than me maybe. it was unfortunate for someone likeable like him to be doing such a job. "He ain't going no where he's with me! serve him what he wants", a voice came from beside me, I turned to reveal a gorgeous woman I didn't recognize, why was she really insisting that the bar man grants me the whiskey. I beat off the negative thoughts after my first glass which took me an extra mile and before I knew it I found my self at the dance floor amongst old men and women dancing my life out.
I exhaustion I went back to where I was sitting, somebody grabbed me and led me to the rooms behind the club, where rumors said men and women used to have one night stands. I trailed my eyes around from the bottom to the top and then left to right, it was the woman but this time she wasn't alone there was another woman with her. where were they taking me?
I asked, but the power to free my self from their chains was taken by the alcohol in the strong whiskey I consumed. I knew I had no strength to fight nor shout so u became loyal to the situation, I fell to the floor I heard the women scream, I was rescued by...well I didn't see who it was. everything happened so fast and I became unconscious. when I woke up I was starring at a bright light, I looked around to see large machines next to the bed I was laying on, I was at the hospital had Jaden, Alpha and mom were sitting next to my bed, wearing expressions of worry. 'if they are all here then who's with grandma', I thought then beat it off. Mama called someone in informing him I was awake and that he should call the doctor, I raised my eyes to the door to check who it was and I saw a man dressed in white like and angel and it was non other than the priest, Father Joseph and I'm sure he was here to pray for me and tell me about what Oxodus 20 say about Disobedient children who lack respect for the elderly. " How are you feeling Zayden?", the Doctor asked checking my temperature, writing something in the note book, he didn't wait for me to reply he whispered something to my mom then walked out. "what happened", I asked, trying to move but I couldn't move a thing my body felt heavy to me. " don't move. you've been laying here for four days now. you were in a comma", mom said and I widened my eyes in disbelieve. I closed my eyes and I had flashbacks
I remember it was Friday when I ran out of the house, then to the club and two women dragged me but now I am here. " Zooey and the others were here and they brought you this" she said pointing at the flowers and a box of chocolates. I looked in her eyes and I could see there was more to the story, excluding me being in comma. " where is grandma", I don't know how but I just found my self asking this question "granny is in heaven now, where her heart can be at peace", Jaden said, I looked at mom with Teary eyes then I remembered how I had forgotten to give her, the medication and somehow guilty conscious stroked me, I felt responsible and I didn't know how to react to all this, because the only part of my body which I could move was my head. I wanted to jump to just stand run and jump off the balcony. I refused to cry but tears couldn't stop flowing down my eyes. "I am a murderer mom, she died because if me..." mom put her hand in my mouth to stop from talking " The Lord gives and he takes. its not you", the priest said at last trying to comfort me. " what were her last words", I asked fearing she might have cursed me for not caring and loving her like I should've when she was still alive. " she wished all of us could repent so we could be together in heaven", I sighed in grief, wishing I would've given her medication before collapsing in bed stressed over Ryan.
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Driven by heart break
Teen FictionIs a story of an 11th grade sixteen year old homosexual, living in the closet fighting behind spiritual bars. Searching for love in the wrong places and wrong people. Told of how Christianity is against homosexuality and given false hope of how one...
