She was there. A demure looking figure with short golden hair and bloodshot eyes. Nobody seemed to see her.
I could not get her out of my head. Father did not see her. Neither did mother, Sister, or all of the servants. Nobody could see them. Only I could.
She hovered over Father at times, sometimes touching his face, stroking his chin, sometimes standing away at the distance, watching him silently.
I told Father many times about the woman with short hair and the bloodshot eyes but he merely shrugged his shoulders and said: "Hassan, you should stop playing your imaginary games and study with your sister."
As put off as I was, I loved Father, so I did as he said and went back to the nursery where my little sister and her nurse was busy making paper flowers and took out my paperback book.
Mother was rarely in the mansion. She always had overseas business trips and meetings in town. Father owns plantations all over the country. They were both busy people. I attended school with my sister and socialize the best I could with my classmates. I lead a static existence.
But she was there. When Father came home from work, she clutched to him like unbreakable glue and whispers into his ear.
She was particularly prominent in my memories during that one dinner when Mother was there. My sister, my father, my mother and me. All were present at dinner for once in a long time. I couldn't exactly recall what happened but her bloodshot eyes became hideous with hunger. She lashed out and struck my father. While my father didn't even flinch at the blow, I screamed and screamed and screamed. I couldn't seem to stop. I think that was when it started. The eyes and the words and the segregation. The gap that grew between me and the family.
She was still there when I was banished to the seas. Her defeated and weary bloodshot eyes glaring at me from behind my father's back on the docks and etched forever in my nightmares.
Father never noticed her.
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A/N: my latest piece of work :) enjoy!
one piece does not belong to me, however, i do own Hassan.