The Other Side

Chapter 15

Part 1

Ryn

I was happy that my situation with Caleb was finally settled. I was also happy that we were giving each other another chance. I had missed him so much that it hurt. It was indeed time to make amends. But I had to talk to my parents first, to draw the blinds between their respect for me as a capable individual, one who was sure able to decide what's good for her and what's not and a child of their bearing who was pampered up not able to identity between wrong and right.

" You wanted to talk child." My father approached me in the sitting room looking somewhat appalled.

"Where's mother. I wanted to talk to you both." The tension in the room was palpable. His eyes were inarguably questioning and the look he gave me was of pure curiosity and a little dread.

Did they by any chance know that I would approach them on the matter?

I remembered what Caleb had told me. My parents kept tabs on him, perhaps they already had any idea of his presence in town. Had they been keeping tabs on me as well?

I couldn't refrain from asking myself those questions. I still  couldn't believe my parents would do such a despicable thing. One of the many characters that kept a home happy was trust and openness. We didn't have both in our home, perhaps the results were expected.

"She's coming. What's this about?" He couldn't keep his curiosity at check. He was tapping impatiently at the table as he aggressively tugged at his hair. I guess I got that habit from him after all.

When my mother finally managed to grace us with her royal presence, I didn't see the point of making them wait any longer though I relished in the thought of them being uneasy in my heated gaze.

" Now that you're all here, I'd love to have started with a word of prayer but you all know am not as religious. First off, I love you all because what you've done for me, I know couldn't have managed it by myself. I know I cannot say the same about you, I mean the extent of your love, but surely you can't blame me for that. I wanted to talk to you about something so important to me, or rather someone. " The confusion in their faces was getting stronger by the minute but by the look of things they seemed to have a slight idea of what I was talking about.

" I know I may come off as a jerk sometimes, disrespectful, unruly or even the epitome of trouble but you are partially to blame for it, I'll take responsibility for the rest. You both can't expect me to not be the above mentioned things if you keep playing God in my life. So I'll just ask you this simple question, how many things have you manipulated in my life without my knowledge, because you and I know you have."

" You lost me minutes ago. The only thing I got was you being rude, unruly and trouble the others was only your mouth blabbering.

"Dina!" My father warned. Sometimes I wondered how the two fell in love. Or if they did at all.

"What?" My mother defended not sorry about a thing she said. Where was the maternal love women possessed because I wasn't getting the vibe, even on a one metre radius.

" I know I deserve partly the attitude you're giving me mother, but have you stopped to wonder where it all began? I wasn't like this from birth to the entire of my childhood. Did you ever think to yourselves what triggered this?" I was hurting seeing as she only regarded me as another human being, not as her daughter, her own flesh and blood.

"Adolescence, what else could have. A lot of people went through it but still turned out better than that Ryn, look at your sister, She's older than you but you don't see her whoring around!" Any hope of ever mending my relationship with my mother vanished into thin air. If she was capable of causing that much harm to me without even raising her hand to strike me, how much more pain can the outside world inflict on an already broken, shattered soul.