Chapter 1
People just make mistakes, right? They don’t think about the consequences they just make mistakes. Some feel guilty afterwards and try to mend the damage, some stay in denial and some run away from it.
But why do people make mistakes? They say, its a human nature to make mistakes, but is it? They say humans are no God because only God cannot make a single mistake. However, I don’t think so. Gods can make mistakes too.
And they did make a mistake by giving love in this cruel world. ‘Love is beautiful’, I have heard somewhere. ‘Love is cruel’ that too I have heard somewhere. But what is Love?
I have two definitions for this. There are two types of love; first one is that which gives you strength, makes you stronger and gives you peace; another one is cruel, it gives you hope only to crush it back, it gives you pain, pain of betrayal and hurt, it takes advantage of your emotions and at last crumble you down into pieces.
What kind of love we get is not upto us, its upto our destiny. Destiny is a very tricky thing in our lives. ‘Hard work pays you off’ they say. Bullshit! I say. Its all about luck. If you have luck you will achieve everything in your life. But that doesn’t mean that we should give up. ‘We can change our destiny by hard work’ I heard somewhere. And its true. You should work hard, no matter whatever it takes DO NOT GIVE UP.
But people do give up. Why? Because they don’t trust themselves. They don’t feel self-confident. They feel rather obliged. They feel that they should do it because others said so. They take decisions of their whole life in that one vulnerable moment. And that is how PEOPLE MAKE MISTAKES.
She was going back home like usual when her shift completed. Darkness surrounded her like a plague. Street lights were there but wasn’t doing anything much. It was a mere flicker of street bulbs. She wore a dark blue skinny jeans complemented by a simple white tee. Her hair was tied in a simple pony tail. Sound of her boots echoed around the empty parking lot.
She played with her car keys as she gazed her surroundings like a hawk eye. People thought that she was foolish to accept a late night shift. A girl should not roam around late at night, especially after 9 o’clock. Its dangerous for them, they say.
But she didn’t care. And why should she? People weren’t there when her father abandoned her and her mom for another woman. His mistress, she thought cynically. No matter how hard that woman tried to mix with her, she always saw her as his dad’s mistress. She didn’t know the meaning of mistress, but she heard her mom calling her that, that is why she said it.
She wasn’t even close to her dad too. Its not like her dad abandoned her completely. He payed for child support and came to meet her every weekends and dropped her back to her mom’s on sunday night.
But that wasn’t enough for her. She wanted her both parents. She wanted a whole family. She wanted all this when she was 14 years old, but not later. She was better off without her dad, she thought.
She was eligible enough to take care of her mother and herself too. She don’t need a good-for-nothing father for her, she thought.
Every weekend when he used to take her to his new home, they were never alone. Her dad’s mistress was always there, interrupting the father-daughter duo. She tried, she tried so hard to accept her dad’s mistress but she couldn’t, because she was the reason why her dad abandoned her mother and her. She was the reason for her misery.
But she kept a civil relationship with her in order to please her dad. And her dad was pleased, very pleased. He pampered her, gifted her everything she wanted. Treated her like a princess she was, and she took all the love from her father.
But everything started changing when his mistress gave his father twins. One girl and one boy. But she was happy. She was genuienly happy to have siblings. She loved them like their own, until one day everything got changed and she started hating them. Hating all of them. Even her father too. She despised her father very much.
Her father tried so hard to talk to her. He tried to mend the broken relationship with her daughter. He did everything to get her attention, but when something is broken beyond repair then how can you fix it?
She snorted when she thought how can she be a daughter of a man like him. When she started growing up she got to know that her father cheated on her mother with his mistress.
Her mom and dad was a highschool sweethearts, but her dad definitely ruined the definition of love for her. So when she got to know this, she started distancing herself from her dad’s so called ‘family’. Twins tried hard to get their big sister’s attention but she ignored them. She didn’t hate them, of course she loved them but she didn’t want to give her father that satisfaction.
She would never do that. Never.
“Mom?” she called her mother as soon as she stepped inside her house. Her mom was everything to her. She couldn’t live without her. Her mom played the role of both dad and mom in her life and she will forever be greatful about it.
Nayla Anderson was one of the strongest woman, she had ever seen. After going through so much she managed to raise her daughter righteously. She was a businesswomen and handling her father’s company along with her brother Monty Anderson.
“Mom?” she again called out for her mother, waiting impatiently. She was hungry and only her mother’s food could satisfy her anger.
“Mom!” she shouted this time but got nothing in response. She sighed thinking that again his mom was listening her favorite song ′Take your time′ by Sam Hunt.
Her mom loved this song so much. She didn’t get it why though. Maybe to mend one of her emotional wounds.
“Music heals every emotional wounds” said her mother to her one day. She told her that music kept her demons away from her. She told her that music gave her peace. She felt calm while listening to music.
“There you are!” she exclaimed when she saw her mom sitting on a still rocking chair and listening to music, as her headphones was peeking out.
Her mother’s back was facing her so she stepped forward and tapped her mother lightly on the shoulder. Her mother didn’t respond.
She tapped again, thinking that maybe she was sleeping. But when her mother didn’t get up she shook her a little hard and what she saw made her pale like a ghost.
Her mother’s limped body fell down from the chair, her eyes were open wide and not blinking while her mouth was parted open. Her body was cold. Her lips were chapped and blue. And most importantly her wrist was red. Red from dried blood.
“Mom!” she shouted.
Her mom was dead.
