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Intoxicated romance  - Season 1 - Episode 24
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i have to meet my father and end
this. I have to know how proud
he is of me now. I killed for him. Surely,
i would get a compliment from
him today. I concentrate my foggy
eyes on the road. The voices are
wrong. I wouldn’t be caught. My father
would be proud and Steven
would lose. I shake my head and take a bend
in the direction of my dad’s office location. Dad has never been
proud of me except that fateful
day when i was just eight years old. I can still
remember how it happened.

Flashback: “daddy loves me. Daddy loves me not, daddy loves me, daddy loves
me not” i recite while plucking the
leaves off a small stem and when
it ends at ‘daddy loves me not’ i
fling the empty stem in
annoyance. “stupid stem. You don’t know anything” i scream as i step on the
stem furiously. “James!” i hear Diana, our house maid yell my name and i hide
behind the sofa. “where is that little demon” she
says and i cant help but laugh. She hears my laugh then match
behind the sofa and drag me out
with my shirt collar. “why did you do it?” she sneer at
me “do what?” i ask innocently. “you know, you little s--t!. Why
did you shred my son’s
she yells. Diana’s son and i attend the same school. We collected our results yesterday and i came out second
as always. Diana’s son always
comes out first and no matter how i read,
pray and cheat, i always come out second. Last term, my dad had

beaten me with a mop stick and
locked me up for a day without food. He
imbibed in me that i must be a
winner no matter the means i use to get it. So,
this term i read hard, prayed harder and cheated but still i came
out first. My dad wasn’t home yesterday and hasn’t seen the
result so i sneaked into the
servant’s quarters and destroyed the
evidence. I shrug my shoulders and feign
ignorance. “i know you’ll deny it. You always do.

The last time, you broke your father’s vase, you said it wasn’t
you either.” “that wasn’t me either, it was the boy in the mirror. I saw him”
i say “what boy in the mirror?.You are
just 8 years old but you are already a menace. I am going to teach you
a lesson before your parents get back”
she raises her hand to hit
me and i smile, ready for the pain.

I am so used to it now. Infact i
crave it. “what do you think you are
my mom march toward
us with my father behind her. “i- I’m sor–ry ma. Your son tore
my s-o-n’s res-ult. I was just reprimanding him”
Diana stammer out.

My mom land two slaps on
her cheeks and i smile. She’s not so
smug now. My dad sees my smile
and nods his head. “how dare you lay your poverty infested hands on my child?.

Infact you are fired! I’ll make sure i fire your
whole family from their various jobs anywhere. Now, get out!”
mother rants. I look to my dad but
he is just nodding his head. “you guys better get this child help. He isn’t normal. His level of menace is bordering on madness”
she says and that’s the only time i see emotion on my father’s face.

His face distort in anger. “no child of mine is going to be Admitted in a mental hospital!. My son is perfectly normal. So you
better leave before i calls the
guards to teach you a lesson!”
he scream then turn to me. “come with me” i walk behind
him, thinking of the kind of
beating i am surely going to receive. I am both
scared and happy. We enter my dad’s study and as soon as i close the door, my father beams at me. This is the first time
i’ve seen him smile. “come closer, son. I am so proud of you. You did the right thing by not admitting the truth. That
would have been worse than
coming second. I assume that’s the
reason why you tore his result.
Am i right?” “ye-s dad” “good. Now, I’ll only give you 12 strokes of the cane but you will be rewarded for today.”
my dad
brings out the cane he keeps under his desk and he flows me 12 times on
my back. I don’t even flinch. “and what are you supposed to say?”he asks me after he is done “thank you sir” “you know i am doing this
because i love you. I am
preparing for the business world where it is eat or be eaten. You must become like
me. I do anything and i mean anything
to be at the top. Do you
understand what i am saying”
i nod “okay you can leave. Your mom
would take you shopping
tomorrow. You can buy whatever you want”
i never went on that shopping
expenditure because that night, i couldn’t bear the yearning for pain, i wasn’t feeling anything especially pain so i sneaked to the
kitchen, collected a small knife and cut myself once. I loved the feeling and i did it numerous
times. Our gardener who came to the
kitchen for some milk saw me
bleeding out in the kitchen and i was rushed to
the hospital. My parents lied to the doctor that i had an accident
but the doctor suspected
something was wrong with me. He
suggested that i be checked into a
mental hospital for help before it got
worse but my father who didn’t
want the scandal refused. Present day: my hands start shaking on the
steering wheel. I pull over beside
the road and walk the remaining
distance to my father’s office. I get
some strange look as people stare at my
bloody clothes. I finally stagger into my dad’s office. His secretary tries to stop me but i push pass her and barge
into my dad’s office. “what the hell! James, why are you bleeding all over my office”

he asks as soon as he sees me. I
came here to confront him but
again i am reduced to that little boy who
wants his father’s compliment “d-ad, i’ll get the land for you by
tomorrow. I-i-killed them for you”
my ears starts ringing and i clutch
them. “d-ad you are proud right? I am
just like you. Right dad?”
i ask and
he sneers at me. “ofcourse not! That’s like saying am crazy. Just like you. I don’t need you, Steven has already
gotten the land. Now leave my
office. You are staining the expensive
he says and continue
reading some papers on his desk. “he is not proud, i told you, Steven
won. You are still below”
the voices chant. I stare at my father
and my blood boils. After everything he still isn’t satisfied. I
am no longer his puppet. “After all these years, you still
obey him. You are too weak” “I am not weak!”
I scream. My father looks up at me then shake his head. He reaches
for his phone,probably to call the
police but before he types the
number, I grab the phone from him and
bash it against his head. He
screams but I continue hitting his head with
the landline phone. The sound of
his brain crushing, thrills me and
even after he slumps on his desk,
I continue hitting him. “Who is on top now?”I sneer at his lifeless body.

“Your worthy next”

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