CH: 13 CALM DOWN

And at that moment I realized why he wanted to die why he had bruises all over his body why he didn't want to return back to his home. Every question had only one and only answers "BECAUSE OF HIS DAD".I realized one more thing that time "not everyone is blessed with a good, loving, humble, caring, and kind family."

We were still walking and Jacob was still holding my hand I was unknown to the fact that where we were heading to. After some time I came back to my senses and asked "was he your real dad?" he laughed and said "yes he is my real dad even you don't believe it even though you saw it from your own eyes. You probably are shocked. Right?" he was giggling having tears in his eyes. He was acting strong or he wasn't just acting he really became strong. He continues "he is my biological dad and he is a drunkard." And a tear fell from his eyes.

At that moment I didn't know what happened to my body and I suddenly pulled him in my embrace and hugged him tightly and said, "Don't cry you had moved on, right. You will not see him again and he will never do anything bad to you again" he replied "yes! I will shift into a new apartment and live happily." He was still in my arms but it wasn't bothering me at all.

"Where would you find an apartment right now?"

"I don't know but I will leave that hell today only I will never return to that place again. That place is worst than a hell where I got beaten every day without any mistake, without committing any crime. He is the worst of every person. You know he always used to force me not to cry, to remain quiet and I was always punished for every single tear but I wanted those tears to come out. He sometimes..."

"Sh... Jacob don't think about him anymore" And that time I got to know that why he shouted on me when I told him not to cry. He paused and parted away from the hug and looked into my eyes and continued "Thank you! Mason for making me strong enough to leave him." I replied in a gentle tone "I'm not the one who made you strong, you decided to be strong." He then looked at the street clock and said "its 3:48 pm and around 4'o clock he goes out to drink with his friends every day and doesn't return home before 10'o clock or maybe the whole night." I nodded in a reply and said " till then take some rest and I will help you collect your stuff."

He sat on the chair near a café and was silent and started fiddling with his fingers. "He wasn't able to stand properly but then also fought against his dad; he really is strong," I said in my mind and after 20 minutes we went back to his house.

We were behind a tree and I saw his dad leaving his house. I took his hand in mine and went inside the house after his dad went out of our vision. We started packing his stuff; I picked his clothed and packed into the suitcase that he handed to me and every other stuff I saw in his room. He picked up all his books and few registers, diaries, sketchbooks, and a few photo frames. And we had 2 suitcases and his schoolbag. When we were packing the bags I could see broken bottles on the floor everywhere and the home was full of the smell of alcohol, it was really unbearable, but we finally packed everything and went outside their house. We then went to the nearest convenience store and ate some instant noodles as we both were hungry. We were finally relieved from the stress and were thinking about what to do further