where it all went wrong

Aayan's [POV]

I could hear birds squirring, kids shouting as they run around at the park. I and mum were resting under the big firm tree and I was focusing on blocking the insects way looking at them and enjoying how they stop as though they can't find another way....so stupid, when i heard a voice. I didn't turn but my focus and ears were on it. " Your still in the country...??? I thought we talked about this and you promised you wouldn't badge in my life any longer." The man shouted attracting attention of the passers by. My mum had told me earlier about we moving I didn't buy the idea, so I decided to grave myself and not play with other kids so she could get the message that I was not happy. But she never minded me doing that and again didn't ask why. she was sweating and I could hear her stammering while with the man as though she was scared of answering him, " y...you promised I...could see t.. them before leaving...a.. are you going back on your words..?" My mum was never scared with anyone but I could hear her voice, she was scared, scared that maybe she was about to lose something precious, I wanted to know who the hell was he and when i turned, a tall man with a gigantic body, stood before us. He was clad in a matching navy blue suit, a black tie, expensive black moccasins. His hair was black and he wore glasses which gave him a serious look on his handsome face. And when I took a closer look, I could see his scary face...but it was familiar. My father, who didn't even know I existed. My mum always told me a lot about him, that he had something strong that my mum couldn't raise a mere voice at him because she could cry in the end. " I changed my mind, so just go, don't wait any longer because....." the man slowly said in a low torn looking away, but before he could finish, I called out my mum and they both stood still as they looked at me.

My mum turned and quickly covered my mouth before I could say another word, but it was too late. This man, who is my father, was puzzled and looked as though I had hit him with a concrete stone. He stared at me before asking for my name, age, whether mum is my biological mother, all at once. I also wanted him to know but when I thought of my mum, she had tightened my hand and I knew I couldn't. " Don't ask her anything, can't you see you are scaring her?" Mum answered him but i knew he was not to stopvuntil he got what he wanted. "Am not talking to you, cause even if I do, you won't answer me. I wanna know whether she's my daughter...or S..son?" He looked confused as he said. I was wearing pinch trousers but large in size and a White shirt definitely boy's styles, but my hair was unknotted behind as always, rather it was just combed long up to the end of my neck. Most cases people told me I looked more like boys and other like girls, but it always depended more on how I dressed and that gave them arguement while debating on my sex. However I could leave them chose whichever sex they chose for me. And today my father was also confused a bout my sex too."S..she's not. Mommy died six years ago. And my name is...um..uh A..arian" I said with a small girly voice as i pretended to shy away. Never in my life have I ever been shy but now, I was forcing my shyness because.... I wanted a father. However I never pointed out my sex again. Mum stood between us and she was holding my hand tight as if I was going to runaway. "You stay away from my....I mean, yes sister's daughter. She will get scared and tell her dad and his a tough one whom you doing want to get engaged with" mum protectively said while hiding me. "I didn't know your sister turned from being lesbian to straight woman. She's even married to a tough guy huh.." mum ignored him and continued. "I will take her back before it turns dark" she said as she pulled me away but i was thinking, ' if i leave now without.....' before i could finish my thinking, another hand grabbed me followed by a strong voice. " You are lieing, you are all lieing. now I remember, when I found you leaving the hospital... talking to mid wives on how...what did you say?..uh...um..will the baby be fine?? Oh and that time when I found in the bathroom, you refused to show me what you hiding, since we had broke up, i thought it was no longer my bussiness. But when I add all that up, I get it. Five years ago with midwives, oh and when I asked what you were doing in such wards and such doctor you lied that you were inquiring for your friend, h..hey I.. didn't abandon you o..okay, your mum hid you from me, us, I ...mean your sisters, brothers, you wanna meet them right??" And when my father finished that sentence,

I knew I had to make a decision, I was five, I had lied that my biological mum died six years ago but I had not even raised five and half yet, my mum, was crying her eyes out, she was indeed scared. Dad had taken two of my older brothers away and mum didn't even get the chance to say goodbye, Dad made sure the court restrained her from them. And now he was..or he is trying to take me away from mum. I looked at mum, who was not letting me go and I shock my head repeatedly, " I need to see...be with my father and brothers." I said as I was pulling away from her and holding dad's hand. In my mind, I thought mum and dad can come back together. If maybe I go with dad, mum could follow, but I was wrong, very wrong. Dad carried me into a hug and whispered to me how he loved me. But mum hurriedly grabbed him and was trying to pull me away, they argued befored dad put me down and pushed mum to the ground. There was now a big group of kids and people around us, gossiping. Dad carried me and he was taking me away, but mum couldn't let him, she just couldn't. I was starting to get scared, and my eyes were filled with tears, I wanted them to stop, I wanted..mum to stop, and before I could think anymore, dad had drop me to the ground I hit my head on the corner of the bench. I felt the pain, but before i could know blood was pouring on my highs, alot of blood. My heart skipped a bit before shouting" b...blood, is it my mine? Dad, mum blood" and I had dad groan and when I looked up, I was startled. It wasn't my blood, rather dad's head was bleeding, when dad dropped me on the floor, that was the cause. Mum had hit him with a stick on the back of his head. He looked as if the world was swinging around him. I cried, 'mum had hurt my dad, she hurt him and she wanted to kill him' I thought to myself before storming to mum and pushing her away. " You want to kill my dad? Why? How will I survive knowing you.. you mum killed him. I will never go with you, go away,....leave. "i shouted and ordered her to leave. After I run to dad again who had now opened his car door and got a cloth to stop his bleeding, when he noticed me, he hugged me and thanked me for caring and understanding him. He carried me inside his car, it was a black tinted Benz. And when I looked out of the car, mum was running towards it, I was angry with her though I still loved her a lot. She took care of me all these years when dad wasn't around. But without remorse, dad started the car forward, but when he reach somewhere, he looked back. I wanted to also look but he ordered me not to. He sat still, thought for some time, and looked backwards again then, he breathed out to relax and drove backwards for some time until I had the back of the car hit something. I was about to hit my head but dad grabbed me still, he tightened my seat belt and drove fast away from the park without looking back. I tried looking backwards when he captured my head and said with a low torn, " it's better to not know everything you step, you may step on somethings and crash it badly that wouldn't want see, and it may make you pity them and regret why you did so. And regrets are for weak people. You don't want to be weak do you? And I hate weak as a word itself, how about someone. So, don't ever be weak" i didn't know what dad meant but whatever it was, it was scary. And I never wanted him to hate so answered wisely and slowly, " No dad, am not weak." He looked at before focusing on the road again but then said as if talking to himself,.."S.... she's my....m..my d.. daughter...mine n..not anybody else's." I didn't know whether I had to Answer or..so I chose to keep quiet. 'But my mum, how is she? And what did dad hit? I thought I had people scream. Anyway, it's not important' I thought.