A message from non-existent?

Daisy's pov

"You could've at least gone there to check up on him," I say agitated by his behaviour.

"I was busy." Comes his usual reply.

"You were at home when I brought him here. Didn't you want to go and ask his well being at least once?" I ask slamming my fist on his worktop.

"I know he's doing well, what's there to ask?" He shrugs and gets back to his bunch of files without care.

"He tried overdosing. For God's sake, Just be a father for once!" I yell, losing the last shred of patience left within me.

"I've work to do, you may leave now." He says waving in dismissal.

"Are you fucking serious?" I scream, astounded.

"Mind your tongue, young lady. I'm your father, use your words wisely." He says, narrowing his eyes with a spark of anger in his eyes.

"Wow! Now you care, huh? Now you remind me that you're my father? Where were you when I needed a fatherly hug when my mother died? Where were you when your eleven-year-old son was crying for a parent, huh? Answer me, I wanna know. I wanna know your lame excuses."

"I'm not bound to answer you."

"You are! You have to answer me. For years, we managed ourselves while you were drowning yourself in your work. Remind me, when was the last time you hugged your son with love? Except bearing our expenses what else did you do for us?" I ask with rage clouding my senses. I know I'm crossing my boundaries here but this is needed. He needs to answer us.

We always stayed away from him thinking he needed some space after mom's death. We thought he wasn't over it. But it's seven freaking years since she died. Since he left us to fend for ourselves.

"I. SAID. LEAVE!" He barks out furiously.

"I'm not leaving until you answer me. So tell me? Lyin on that hospital bed he was asking for you. He wasn't just asking, he was yearning for you. He's craving for your love, your attention, for father-son bonding. But what are you doing? Not even giving a flying fuck. You could've killed us then instead of having us here for years as a liability."

"For your kind information, Mr Alexander Thomas Wilson, we don't need a provider. I can provide for my brother. Instead of having a father like you, it'd be better if we never had a father! Having a father who doesn't give a fuck about you hurts more than being an orphan. I wish you could realise what you're doing to us, what you did to us. But I know, you will never realise that. Because you are a cold, heartless person. Remember one thing, dear father, the day you realise what you did to us, we won't be here for you. You'll call, yearn and do anything but I'll never come to you. You killed the minimum hope I had that you'd love us someday. I hate you, I hate you so much that living in the same house as you despise me now!" With that, I turn around and walk to the door.

With a loud thud, I open the door but there's already someone standing there, who I'm sure heard everything.

Not caring to wipe away the tears that escaped my eyes, I turn back towards my heartless father only to find him glaring at the wall.

"And yes father, I'll be out of this house soon! You may have this place for yourself." With those last words, I walk away while Uncle Rob still stands there shaking his head.

"What did you do, Alex? This is going out of control now, you need to mend things with them." I hear him say before I slam the door shut to my room and slump down against it.

Why does this world hate us so much? Why couldn't we have a normal family? Why did mom have to do that years ago?

Why do I still have to hold such a huge secret without uttering a word to anyone? That secret is the huge suffering enough for me. Why can't I be happy just for some time?

I want to cry, yell, scream at the world for the injustice happening with us. But the funniest thing is, I don't have any tears left. I feel numb, no feelings. As if nothing is happening around me.

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Next day

Just like any other day, I wake up to my alarm in the morning and after my morning routine, I get ready for the university.

Later today, I decided to go for house hunting, a small apartment will do just fine. I have a few dollar cheques, I earned from my part-time job last year.

Locking the door behind me, I step out on the porch and make my way towards my car. Just when I'm about to start the engine, my phone goes off signalling the arrival of a text message.

Just like usual, I unlock my phone and open the text without checking the sender but when I see the text, my eyes immediately snap towards the sender's name.

My heart leaps in my chest going somersaults, a huge grin breaking out on my face.

Brady: Love, I'm back!

Brady: Sorry for going MIA, I've a lot to explain. See you soon. Love you, Bye.

He's back! My Brandon's back! My love is back.

At this moment, I cannot be anymore happier. My happiness, the relief and the excitement know no boundaries. All I want to do now is just go, hug him and shower him with kisses.