Memories Of The Past

I left my house that day sad and distraught. My father had sent a driver to pick me up and as I came up to my junction ,there he was, already waiting for me. I said nothing to him and waltzed into the back seat of the car after he opened the door for me.

In a couple of more moments we were moving. My life hadn't always been like this, when was it that I'd stopped being happy and hated myself, I think I was 4 years of age.

My father and I loved my mother very much and she felt the same for us. She would often tell me that she loved me the most in the entire world and I would be overjoyed as a child.

My mother, Mrs Stella Darhk, was a beautiful woman who had long brown hair and green eyes. She was of European descent, Spanish I think. I barely had any knowledge of her and could only remember what she looked like thanks to Render.

She and my father met when my father was on vacation in Paris, in his mid twenties. My father inherited the Darhk corporation at a very young age and had been under a lot of pressure since that time.

This was one of the very few moments he had to be free and he barely had time for himself. He had to be careful whenever in public so as not to damage his reputation, or give people the chance to get dirt on him.

But one night in Paris, he had little care for himself and snuck out of the house without the knowledge of his bodyguards. He went to a bar and got drunk, very drunk and that's where he met my mother who was also drunk.

One thing led to another that night and the next morning, they decided to get to know each other better. She lived alone in Paris and had no parents.

My father would often describe her as a free spirited person who was never afraid to chase her dreams and after his vacation was over and he offered to take her back to America, she happily accepted.

The elders of the Darhk family disapproved of their relationship and ordered my father to part ways with her. In the Darhk family, the command of the elders was absolute but my father declined and continued his relationship with my mother.

Fast forward to a couple of years later and they had me, Damon, I was named after my grandfather, former head of the Shade family. Their relationship blossomed when I was added to the equation.

The memories we had were perfect, from when I'd first started walking, to my first words, this was the happiest I'd ever been my whole life and my father was happy too.

But they say, good things never last and my moments of momentary happiness all came to a brutal halt when I turned 4 years old.

The Darhk family were on my fathers neck about him leaving Stella as a scandal was being orchestrated around him and her, he had limited options and desperately looked for a way out of it.

At the end he planned to run away with me and my mom and began the planning phase. As the day for our departure came closer and closer. my mom suddenly fell gravely ill.

She was bedridden and doctors couldn't explain how or why she was sick, and it practically drove my father mad. He did everything he could but unfortunately a week after she fell sick, she died.

The circumstances behind her death were very unclear and it marked the beginning of my family's death. My father fell into serious depression, he stayed locked away in their room all day refusing to eat or sleep, he became a shell of his former self.

His emotions were declining and I was alone, left to the care of the maids of the Darhk family. He didn't even attend her funeral but rather, stayed home locked away.

I could barely understand what was going on at the time but all I was told by the maids was that my mom had gone to a better place and that my dad would be back soon, so I gave myself hope.

A couple of months later and my father was back on his feet, an empty shell and a shadow of his former self. His face bore no emotions and he was dead to me at that point.

Whenever I saw him, I tried to speak to him or play with him like we used to but he never responded and simply ignored me. I was frustrated at some point and grabbed onto his trousers one day, begging, pleading for him to come back.

"Dad please, I miss you, you're all I have left" I said as I clinched his trousers tightly. He removed my arms from his trouser and bent down as if to hug me but instead pushed me away and I fell to the floor.

Since that day I never tried to speak to him again. His absence in the Darhk's family business for so long had caused the business to be on the brink of collapse, and the family elders were desperate for a solution.

Their verdict was that he would be married with the first daughter of the Slater family, another family equally as influential as the Darhks. He didn't declined and soon after he and my stepmom,

Gloria got married and the alliance returned the Darhk family back to its former glory.

She'd already had a son who was about a year younger than me, and they both sought out to make my life a living hell. My father absolutely despised her and that was why they never had a child together, but he had to play along for the sake of the Darhk family.

I was tortured by these people for twelve years before I finally had the courage to leave home and live alone when I was sixteen.

And since then I'd been on my own, my allowance being the only memory of my father.

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As I reminisced on my backstory, my hatred for my family was once again renewed and I was jolted back to life when the driver informed me of our arrival.

"We're here" he simply said.

'There's no place like home is there,' I thought.