Chapter 72 Worst Birthday
Uriel's POV
"She'll leave my house!"
"She can't live anyhow she wants, under my roof."
"She better just pack her shit and leave because - "
My mother turned in time to see me standing by the door. Confusion cloned my face, my eyebrows furrowed.
"Go upstairs." My father roared, his eyes hard.
Was he mad at me? I thought.
Shit.
"No, she won't!" My mother blocked my path, standing in front of me. Her nose was red and eyes murderous.
"Mother -"
"Oh please! You were not in this house for two days. Two freaking days. Emma said she didn't see you in school yesterday. What's this about?" She eyed me up and down. In disgust, if I may add.
Other people's heart would melt at this because they think their mother is caring.
Not me.
Not my mother.
I knew the context of that so well.
"Of course, I don't expect you to tell me the truth. The truth that you have been whoring around just like -"
"Faith!" My father yelled, interrupting my mother.
She turned to glare at him, eyes locked in a non-verbal argument.
She breathed out heavily, returning her gaze to me. "Are you not going to explain yourself? Beg?"
"Of what use, mother?"
Her eyes flew wide open. She raised her hands up to point at my face, "can...can you imagine? Did you hear her response to me?"
"Let her go, Faith." My father wheeled his chair to the side. "This damn leg!" He cursed..
"You keep spoiling her!" Emma yelled from a corner. Only then did I notice her presence.
"Thank you!" My mother chimed in.
My jaw clenched and unclenched, my eyes glossy as I stared directly into my mother's eyes, "mother... do you know today is my birthday? Do you remember?"
"Oh," she paused, then scoffed. "Of course I remember the worse day of my life. The day everything changed - for bad, of course."
My heart dropped, my eyelid shaking. The burning sensation hit the back of my eyes.
Hold in, Uriel.
"Faith!"
"Let me tell her my mind!" She poked my chest. "I didn't want you. I was fine with just my beautiful girl over there..." She pointed at Emma.
I swallowed hard.
"I just want you gone! If your father wants to go with you, I don't care!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
The tears finally spilled, dragging down my cheek in a slow, painful way. If tears could burn, it'll leave a deep trail mark.
That was how hurt I was
Slowly, I crouched down until my knee touched the cold floor. Fighting the weight of my hand, I managed to clasped them together.
"I beg you, mother."
"Uriel stand up!" My father rolled to me, trying to pull me up.
Ignoring him, I stared directly into my mother's eyes - they were hard as steel, "let me stay in your house until after high school. After that, I'll never show up in your life. Ever."
"Uriel, please." My father begged.
"Yes! I accept - but on certain condition," She folded her arms, shrugging her face away to the corner. "You will render some of your funds to your elder sister, Emma. You will also pay home tax...for the roof over your head."
My heart clenched, pain slicing through my vein
"D-deal."
"I refuse!" My father yelled.
"I'll be fine, father." Smiling sadly, I mewled. Then I stood up, shoving past her. When I got to where Emma stood, I eyed her up and down and then turned to face my mother, "but I'm done covering up for any of you. I no longer care."
As I strode up the stairs, I heard that ugly, wicked laugh that only my mother gave.
A loud gasp left my lips, frantically once my room door shut behind me. The tears at this point just kept coming down without any single hitch.
It was ugly.
Very ugly.
Happy Birthday to me.
My body gave up on me, throwing me on the cold ground like it was also fed up too.
Everyone was fed up
My phone rang from my bag but I was too weak to even bring it out. The ringtone got louder and more disturbing, making me groan.
When I held the phone in my hand, I did nothing but stare at the caller.
I couldn't answer him.
He'd sense something is wrong.
But if I don't, he'd come here and I might be in big soup.
So I cleared my throat and then clicked on the green answer button.
"Hey! I was starting to think you were avoiding me." Ryder's voice echoed.
My lips quivered involuntarily. I quickly bit it.
Put yourself together, Uriel.
"Uriel?" He called again into empty space.
Trust me, I wanted to say something but the bile in my throat wouldn't let any word come out.
"Baby, I need to know you're fucking okay." Panic had set in his voice.
My hands flew to my mouth, pressing back the cry that threatened to give me out.
But it was too late.
"Fuck, you're crying. Uriel? Baby, where are you?" He called out softly, the sound of a door slamming hard echoed.
I shut my eyes tight, rubbing my legs up and down with my free hand.
You're fine, Uriel.
Tell him you're fine.
"R.. Ryder..."
My voice barely came out as a whisper. I thought he didn't hear me, until -
"Listen to me, Uriel." His tone was serious this time. "Bathe, freshen up and wait for me outside."
"No!" I quickly yelled, shaking my head at him. Then I remembered he couldn't see me. "Please don't come. I'm fine, Ryder. I just need to sleep."
"Yeah and my cock is 2 inches." He scoffed.
Uhh...
"My cock isn't 2 inches, Uriel. God, I got good package down here."
He managed to crack out a choked laugh from me.
"Now, that sounds like my girl," he said, his tone breathless.
"Thank you, Ry."
"Before you hang up... Is it your mother?"
I bit my lips.
Nodded first before saying, "Mm."
I heard a horn - a very familiar one, from outside
"Get dressed. Maybe it's high time your mum and I talk. "
My eyes fluttered, my mouth opened in shock as I stared at my wallpaper.
Talk?
Car horn?
Holy shit.