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Chapter 3: The Visit.

As the evening drew to a close, I heard a knock at the door, a sound that seemed to reverberate through the silent house like a sudden alarm. My heart skipped a beat as I wondered who it could be, my mind racing with possibilities. I had been feeling safe and comfortable in Uncle Fred's home, surrounded by his warmth and support. But now, with this unexpected knock, I felt a sense of unease creeping over me.
Before I could even think of getting up to answer it, Uncle Fred was already on his way to the door, his footsteps echoing through the hallway. I watched in disbelief as he opened the door and my dad walked in, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for something or someone. My heart sank, my mind racing with questions. Why was he here? What did he want? And why did Uncle Fred let him in, knowing that I was trying to avoid him?
I felt a surge of anger and frustration, my eyes fixed on Uncle Fred as I demanded answers. "Why did you let him in?" I asked, my voice shaking with emotion. "You know I didn't want to see him! You know what he's done, what he's put me through!"
But Uncle Fred's expression was calm and understanding, his eyes filled with a deep wisdom. "James, there's more to understand from adults than you think," he said, his voice low and gentle. "We don't think like children, we have more reasons for taking a step than you can ever describe. And one day, you'll understand."
But I didn't want to understand. I didn't want to hear my dad's excuses or explanations. I just wanted to escape, to block out the pain and hurt that he had caused me. So I turned and walked away, my earphones clutched in my hand like a lifeline. I locked myself in the inner room, the music blasting in my ears as I tried to drown out the sound of my dad's voice, the sound of his lies and broken promises.
I lay on the bed, my eyes closed tight, my heart racing with emotion. I couldn't believe that Uncle Fred had let him in, couldn't believe that he was giving my dad another chance to hurt me. But as I lay there, I knew that I couldn't stay angry forever. I knew that I had to find a way to forgive, to move on from the pain and hurt. And I knew that Uncle Fred was the one who could help me do it.
After what felt like an eternity, I finally heard a gentle knock on the door. I got up from the bed, my heart still racing from the emotional turmoil that had been brewing inside me. I opened the door to find Uncle Fred standing there, a look of concern etched on his face. His eyes were filled with a deep understanding, and his expression was soft and gentle.
"Hey, kiddo," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to come check on you. Your dad has left, so you don't have to worry about him anymore." He paused, his eyes scanning my face. "I know you're hurting right now. You're feeling a mix of emotions - anger, sadness, disappointment. But I want you to know that I'm here for you. I'm here to support you, to listen to you, and to help you through this tough time."
I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. My eyes welled up with tears, and I struggled to keep them back. Uncle Fred stepped inside and sat down next to me on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. He put a hand on my shoulder, his grip warm and comforting.
"James, I know you're struggling to understand why your dad did what he did," he said, his voice filled with empathy. "But I want you to know that his actions are not a reflection of your worth. You are a wonderful, talented, and smart young man, and you deserve to be treated with love and respect. Your dad's behavior is a result of his own struggles, his own demons. It's not about you, James. It's about him."
I took a deep breath, feeling a wave of emotions wash over me. I was angry, I was hurt, and I was disappointed. But most of all, I was sad. I was sad that my dad couldn't be the father I needed him to be. I was sad that he couldn't stop drinking, couldn't stop lying, and couldn't stop hurting me.
"Uncle Fred," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know if I can forgive him. I don't know if I can ever trust him again."
Uncle Fred's expression was soft and understanding. "James, forgiveness is a journey, not a destination," he said. "It's a process, and it takes time. But I promise you, it's worth it. You deserve peace, you deserve happiness, and forgiveness is the first step towards getting that."
I nodded, feeling a sense of determination wash over me. I knew that forgiveness wouldn't be easy, but I also knew that it was necessary. I needed to forgive my dad, not for his sake, but for mine. I needed to let go of the anger, the hurt, and the resentment. I needed to move on, to heal, and to find peace.
After our heart-to-heart conversation, Uncle Fred smiled warmly and said, "You know, James, I think we've talked enough for now. How about we head downstairs? Dinner is ready, and I'm starving!" He stood up from the bed, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.
I couldn't help but laugh at his sudden change in tone. It was as if he knew exactly when to shift gears and lighten the mood. I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards him. "Yeah, sure thing, Uncle Fred. I'm famished!"
We walked downstairs together, the aroma of a delicious meal filling our nostrils. My stomach growled in anticipation as we entered the dining room. The table was set with a mouth-watering spread of roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, and steamed vegetables. My eyes widened at the sight, and my taste buds began to tingle.
Uncle Fred chuckled, noticing my enthusiasm. "Dig in, kiddo! I'm glad you're excited about dinner." He took his seat at the head of the table, gesturing for me to sit down beside him.
As we began to eat, the conversation turned to more lighthearted topics. We talked about school, my friends, and our favorite TV shows. It was a welcome change from the heavy emotions earlier, and I felt my heart slowly lifting. Uncle Fred's ability to balance seriousness with humor was a gift, and I felt grateful to have him in my life.

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