Chapter 65: Bonding!

Bonding!

He continued after thinking about something. "I did a lot of bad things that if I was evicted legally then I wouldn't be here."

  "I really don't understand and I'm trying to do that." I added  

  "Yes Kareem! Growing as a man was the most dangerous situations I ever indulged in. Whenever I messed up, two things surfaced. Firstly, my Dad lets me suffer the consequences and secondly your mother comes through. She surfaces both times I expected and times I didn't. If you must have a girl In your life Kareem, she has to be worth it." He stopped providing room for me to talk as well. I was speechless at first, almost a minute then I continued

  "I don't even like this girl we're talking about, Dada!" I began defensively, he cuts

  "...Then why did you kiss her? You don't take advantage of a woman and let her suffer, Kareem. I've been through this and I know exactly what I'm talking about." He said with caution

  "Then I don't care, Dada! You have always judged me dad, you don't listen to me like you should. You're all about protecting your career, your essence and what about me Dad? Do I always have to receive such treatment from you? I didn't do anything wrong but y'all wouldn't understand me, it feels like Im the bad sheep of this entirety. If you feel some type of way about it then you shouldn't have had me!" I stopped too.

I did not know where the courage came from but I found myself spitting out words like I rehearsed them. He stood in quiet, I couldn't tell if he was surprised or amazed by my actions, his face remained expressionless. One thing he maintained was the smirk on his face  and his entangled fingers staring at me. He said.

  "Are you done?" He asked with a smirk still

He stood up from his chair then stood next to the fireplace and continued

  "When I foolishly used harsh words on my father he did not react to it. He didn't touch my skin, I was bare!" He turned walking towards me then he stood still. "He didn't scold me back or hit me like I prepared for and expected. This is what he did..." He sat next to me cupping my face to face his regardless of the frown and how pumped up I maintained 

 "Its ok not to feel ok! It's absolutely legal for you to feel empty and underestimated. One thing I would never allow is watching you wither away." He stood up walking out of the apartment. I actually thought that he was waiting for me to calm or breeze off but what I heard coming from outside demoralized me. The car engine squeaked smoothly as they sped away then I realized I was left alone. I ran outside to confirm my current situation, it was correct and accurate. My father drove away knowing that this place seemed abit unfamiliar to me. I couldn't shout nor cry about it then I resolved to one thing, Sleeping over instead. The apartment was indeed luxurious and really meant for bachelors. I removed the key that was stuck to the door then I locked myself from within the apartment. It was really late for me to move around without a car or something. I couldn't go around the neighborhood asking for free cents or dollars, my family's reputation and mine were at risk. A billionaires' son couldn't be seen begging for peasants. I stood staring at my illusion in the face, it was preferable if my father had beaten me or scolded but driving away leaving me to my detriment was not passive for me. One thing should be done, I said to myself. Its time to explore this apartment before going to bed. 

07:11pm,

I was stuck in my fathers' bedroom. His master bed was enormous and expensive. I searched through his drawers one after the other. The first contained some paperwork concerning a house and car he acquired.

The second contained some used and unused deodorants, some combs and brushes for the hair and beard then five boxes of wristwatches of Audemars Piguet 

(AP), two were untouched while three boxes were empty, probably he used them beside it were some Cuban links chains and other necklaces and some diamond earrings. To this day, my father still rocks same fashion and still spends on them. 

Thirdly, this was the most intriguing and chaotic somehow, ten full packets of unused condoms. I couldn't stop wondering and imagining if my father was a play boy or lover boy, which ever one was not my business. My pockets were empty and my phone was not here with me so how was I supposed to live on for the night. I couldn't stay a moment without my phones, during class hours I used my phone without being hesitant or timid. If I didn't like or regard a particular professor teaching, my phone was the nearest gadget to prey on. Throughout the first sessions in my final year, an estimated total of 56 phones have been destroyed and withheld but what they failed to understand is a billionaire could never run broke and cashless because of some $500 to $800 cell phones. I was elated and partly excited about my dads' little secret I'd say. I sighed heavily (phew) then I went the closet. I opened the door, I wasn't surprised at the designers shirts, t-shirts and pants then the shoes and socks, the underwear (boxers) he possessed. I decided to take my bath instead since there wasn't anything I could find. His towels were sparkling and white then I turned on the shower, I began to scrub after i squirted a small portion of body wash specifically for men into my palms. After a satisfying bath I headed to the room again to wipe off the droplets of my body. I took a new YSL (saint laurent) boxer from its pack then I wore it. It fitted perfectly, the waist bands was very elastic. I took a white and black round neck shirt that was almost fitting and a grey shorts then i sat on the bed contemplating on what should be next. I stared at my reflection on the mirror with a slight frown because everything did not make sense to me, from Pixies' intended display to Lamar and Jeff's new intentions to my fathers' abandonment. How could there be no gadget in this large apartment?!

I remembered the kitchen, I'm likely to find just anything at the moment. I headed to the kitchen, every utensil was kept at the appropriate places, there was no dirty dish. Apparently, there was no one occupying this apartment but it was alive and refreshing. I opened the refrigerator then I found some boxes of chocolates, some wine bottles, box of sugar and a gallon of milk and honey, a jar of coffee, some biscuits, bread, sardines, butter and strawberry jam then I closed the refrigerator with a force. There was nothing I liked in there but then I couldn't stay hungry so I opened it again. I took four slices of bread, some butter, a cube of sugar, a spoonful of pure coffee into a tea cup then I searched again, my eyes kept scanning through then I decided to pick a box of chocolate, I closed the refrigerator, this time I did it gently; it was able to satisfy my wants at least for the moment. I turned on the cooking burner for a boiled cup of water. It took less than a minute to boil then I turned it off. I wasn't used to cooking and all that so doing all these was a bunch of task to carry out. I was used to a life of waking up to everything at my feet, anything I wanted was provided to its peak.

I was already sweating profusely, I used the back of my hand to wipe off the sweat on my forehead. I tried to turn the boiled water Into the tea cup then it splashed on my hand, instantly I freaked

  "Ahh! Goddammit! Belle where are you?!"

I said aloud groaning being unable to withstand this pain. I really praised Belle, my mother and father for going through all these for me without a shrug, I was baffled. I splattered the butter on a twin slice each rubbing and flattening gently like I handled an egg then I halted and continued, I dropped the cube of sugar into the tea cup full of coffee. Everything was served and ready to get munched, I began eating. I wasn't used to eating my meals on the bed so I preferred the counter. I successfully ate a twin slice then when I was about to eat the next one I stopped, something unholy crept into my mind, being with Pixie. I screamed again

  "What the hell Kareem. Amongst all the hottest and sexiest and kinkiest girls in school, you'd prefer a low class who's dumb? C'mon Kareem! You're insane!!!" I scolded myself duly. I pounced on the other twin slice until I was done eating then I took the cup of coffee, i sipped it and splattered it out of my mouth, it was hot and really unappetizing, then I wondered how Bella gets it done in seconds?! I emptied the cup of coffee down the sink, I washed every utensil I used in the process to how I found them all clean and dry. I felt like punching something really hard but there was not to punch, I took the box of chocolate, turned off the lights then I marched to the bedroom. I flung the box of chocolate on the bed in annoyance, everything seemed boring and unaccommodating. I turned on the TV to see a movie or forcefully watch the news or just something entertaining. Luckily, I found a really nice movie to watch, I dropped the remote next to me and opened the box of chocolate, I slid under the sheets; I turned to turn off the lights because I preferred seeing a movie without lights on most nights then I found something I've been dying to use all this while, a mini iBook laptop, I sighed in relief to a dream come through. How could I not notice this, I was solely fixated on the closet and drawers, cabinets and that's it. I turned it on and then I remembered that there a free WiFi connection and no password was enabled, what a dream come through. I found no interest in the movie again, romantic movies don't intrigue me so I turned the TV off focusing on the laptop in front of me and eating the chocolates, very tasty.

I enabled my Instagram page for anything intriguing that I could come across, the next thing I saw on the feed was photos of my friends with Pixie and Zoe, I tried to stop breathing but that would mean a different thing. Pixie and Zoe were dressed in black mini gowns just at thigh length with a golden zipper behind and circular openings on both the sides below the chest particularly on Pixies' then Zoe's circular opening was on the back, then they wore black Tiffany heels and purses, their wavy long black hair was really classy, the makeover was a bit smoky but the lipstick on Pixies' was red while Zoe's was a matching black. How swift these guys acted, I know my buddies they wouldn't waste a second getting a girl on this planet.

Today has really been a bad day for me, I didn't message them either, tomorrow would be a day to talk but then I realized that I had no right to complain about it. I was pissed to the core then I switched to musical videos that I liked them some funny skits before I could realize anything I fell sleepy so emailed my Dad instead, I apologized for my earlier behavior.

            *I'm so sorry, Dada!*

I turned off the laptop then I took his music box; i played some real hip hop and trap songs, that moment I loved my Dad suddenly. I fell asleep.

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I was startled from the knock I heard on the door. I turned to the Alarm it was only 04:30am, I became extremely scared I headed to the kitchen then I took out a chopper knife from its collection then I stood next to the after sighing and bracing up some guts. I opened it still holding the knife on my right hand, the moment I tried to stab I saw my father standing with a security behind him, same man from yesterday.

  "Dad!" I called I'm surprise

  "Trying to commit first degree murder, I'll show you how!" He teased then he walked in as I followed from behind; the security entered closing the door. My Dad sat on the couch taking off his black leather coat

  "Ah! How was it?" He looked more serious

  "Still got no choice. I'm sorry for what I said to you yesterday, I flipped!" I said sitting next to him. He smiled faintly. "Seriously, you didn't have to drive out without letting me know! I tried to live through just within hours and its not funny!" I added justifying

  "Oh Kareem! Too spoilt! Such a spoilt son"

He wanted forward resting his elbows on his knee cap entangling his fingers across each other. "That's exactly what my father did to me, I was left alone to face the real me. I had to face my fears. He didn't hit me or restrain me from my bank account or access to my gadgets; I preferred if he had beaten or punched me but he didn't, he just left without a word for 5 days in a serene place without a neighborhood and yet I couldn't leave that house because there wasn't a car to drive something, but I survived it. Lucky you!" He stopped

  "How old?" I asked the story sounded unpleasant.

  "I was only 15! Take a shower, you still got classes and still grounded." He turned on the TV leaning backwards on the couch.

  "Yes sir!" I said calmly and coldly. Anytime he reminded me of being grounded, I got angry and pissed. After 30 minutes of showering and preparing of course his untouched clothes and hoodie did the work. He permitted me to take his laptop, that was a cheer. We drove away finally.

We got home about 06:49am, my mother and sister gave me a warm hug, it felt like I was missing for quite some time and rescued by a hero. My mother wouldn't stop pampering me, Yeesha didn't really care because her favorite man was home as well. I prepared for school, I missed this, getting everything ready and prepared for you to use at my disposal not times I had to make dinner, really upsetting.

After we were done with classes, I wasn't ready to talk to my friends either, I was moody struggling with my mood swings. 

  "Bro!" They called in unison as well shook hands and hugged

  "What's up guys! Y'all are doing good, it's on you!" I complimented, just something you say actually

  "Are you trying to avoid us, your best friends? Nah man! What's up with you? We're brothers, Man" Jeff began he looked pissed