93 Chapter 90: Something's Up

I felt a suffocating feeling of dread, creep up inside my throat, choking me. Tugging into my heartstrings mercilessly destroying my sanity. I start to drip of cold sweat as my throat dries up.

"I.. I.." I started to mumble to myself, putting my hand to my teeth to chew on my fingernails.

"Brother?" My sibling tapped me in the shoulder, breaking me from the trance. Making go back to reality.

"Are you okay? You look really upset? You're even sweating a lot." My brother pointed out.

"Oh. I'm fine." Gulping at the lie I just told him.

"You see.. you are still lying. You claim to not be like me but we are alike." The voice starts talking again, whispering into my ear in a condescending manner. "You may try to convince yourself and trick yourself that you aren't like me and you mean well but YOU ARE ME." The voice continued to whisper to my ear.

I HATED IT, I ABSOLUTELY DESPISED IT, I STARTED TO SCRATCH THE SURFACE OF MY FACE. LEAVE ME ALONE LEAVE ME ALONE LEAVE ME ALONE. GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HEAD. STOP TRYING TO GUILT TRIP ME!

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" My voice echoed throughout the ambulance back area. Everyone on their proceeded to look at me. Confused as to why I screamed for some reason. My heart drops, I didn't realize that I screamed that out loud.

"Are you alright dear?" One of the adults approached me. Making me sit down to relax. "Here, have some water." She hands me a water bottle, giving me a soft smile. "Don't worry... your father is fine. He isn't dead. So no need to worry alright?"

Her comforting words had no effect to change my manner, I wasn't actually worried about my father. I was worried about something else. It's not like I can tell her. The only person that I can tell this to is my father, but he's in a state that he can't even form a sentence.

I just remained silent throughout the ride to the hospital, leaning to the chair, since I started to become drowsy. I laid my head down on the woman's lap, as she stroked my hair gently. "You poor thing, where's your mother?"

I remained silent, I never wanted to lie again. So I kept my mouth shut, pretending that I was sleeping as I closed my eyes.

"Our mother is out there running an errand!" My sibling answered for me. "She'll be back soon I think!" He answered enthusiastically. Unaware of the true situation that's brought this sinking feeling to my stomach but what do you expect from a middle schooler anyways.

The ride continued smoothly until we finally reached the hospital, there they asked us to contact information on any adult that we know to rush over to the hospital to join us. My sibling gave the contact numbers and the hospital just complied.

The room was silent for a while. Nothing but the sound of the clock ticking as I start to drift to sleep as well. Laying my head on the chair, as I waited for the others. I thought of the future. Without our money, what would happen now? I know that we still have houses so we can live, but what's going to happen to my mom.

I know there's a law that we can sue her with, she ran off getting all of our money. So I hope she rots in jail for what she did.

As I started getting deep in thought, I hear a mumbling noise from my father's direction.

"Dad?" I stood up from my seat and went over to see him, finally opening his eyes. Although he appears very sluggish and fatigue.

"Louie...." He responded timidly and slowly.

"Dad, I saw the bank account note. It says there, that all of our savings are gone. Is that the reason why you fainted?" I interrogated him straight to the point. I wasn't going to lollygag at this point.

"Where... is your mother?" He asked me, ignoring my question

"She's gone, everything from her clothes, her belongings, in fact, we couldn't even find her anywhere the house but answer my question, actually the bigger question is DID mom stole the money in our bank account?

He starts to cry and whimper, biting his lower lip. "Yes. I'm guessing, you know by now, don't you? You saw the note she left in the desk lamp, right?"

I knew it. For a fact, that selfish woman only cared about herself. I wish I could have killed her myself. If I had the chance, I would strangle her to death.

"Yes, I did," I answered him. "Although aren't you the least bit worried about this? She disappeared for no reason with all her belongings and all our life savings. Don't you at least feel the right to be a little concerned?"

"Don't worry... your mother is coming back to us. She loves me and she loves you. So of course sh-"

"You're wrong," I answered him bluntly. "She isn't coming back. Actually, I have something to tell you, father. Something very important."

He remained silent, expecting for the worst to what I am about to say, he listened attentively as I started to speak. "Mom has another lover. I saw it, he came during times that you weren't there. He-

"NO!" He shouted. "STOP LYING YOU LITTLE BRAT! WHAT KIND OF LIES ARE YOU TELLING ME RIGHT NOW!" He remained in denial of the truth. Ignoring me from speaking to him any further. That's when I started to feel, he placed walls around me. Like I wasn't his son anymore.

"LEAVE! GET OUT OF HERE!" He looked at me with total disgust, I obliged and left his sight.

After a few days, once my father did get discharged, the truth I told him was right. Mother did not come back and ran off with another man, all of our savings is gone. His constant denial of it. Didn't help either.

I thought that life would just go smoothly but I was wrong. It went from bad to worst. My father had to let go of most of our staff from our company because we weren't able to pay for them. We sold a lot of our cars just to invest again in our company but that's not all that happened...

My father, the once hardworking lovable, admirable man. Turned into a monster.

Every time I wake up from my slumber, I would see him lying on the couch with a drink in his hand. I told him to stop drinking but he refused. It only happened once or twice a week but as time progress, the drinks turned into bottles of liquor lying on the floor. Just by entering his room. The smell of liquor already danced in the air, as he laid there on the bed, continuing to drink and drink. Drowning his entire body with alcohol.

He started to get into fights, with staff in our company, he started to be more violent and proceeded to punch anyone who would tell him that he needed to stop drinking, with this behavior most of the company staff quit and we started to lose a lot of money. His destructive behavior made him a target by a lot of people, getting himself beat up in the process.

I can't even name, how many times, I would see him outside our doorstep, covered in bruises and drunk. Whenever I approach him, he shouts at the top of his lungs, saying that "WOULD YOU LEAVE ME AGAIN? DON'T LEAVE ME!"

Since I look alike my mother, he thought that I was my mother, and that's when he focused all his anger on me. He would try to beat me or try to insult me, calling me a hustler and a scum to society, I know deep in my heart that he didn't mean those things to me but to my mother who is the description of those things.

Once I've reached 18 and I finished college. I got used to running the company, that's why I'm the CEO of our company as of now, but I could never decline my father's wishes. I still respected him like how he was before but because of my mother, he turned into this. That's why I vowed to do everything I can to make him happy and his wish was to get married to a rich person so we get more money.

It didn't matter who it was but it had to be rich but what if I loved a woman. That's also rich...