Cursed

A vase flew passed the living room table straight to the kitchen counter almost landing on James.

"Please, he's still your son, don't kill him. I didn't come all the way from Jersey for this nonsense. Please, he's your son." Mrs. Diwne, James' aunt pleaded.

"Haha, that's funny Diwne, he's a curse. He makes everything bad, he's the reason for everything that has happened to me.I hate him, I hate you James, I really do... "

Jerry, James father said spitefully to his son and left the house whilst slamming the door.

How, heartbreaking for a father to say that to his son, worse his only family. If he got a dollar anytime his dad said that he would be a millionaire.

"Don't mind your dad, you know he doesn't mean it, he loves you." Mrs Diwne said warmly.

"Stop! stop lying!!, he means it and I don't blame him." James says with a crack voice, trying not to cry.

"He's right, I am really a curse, nothing is good about me!!" James falls on the floor, trying so hard to stop his tears from flowing, he's torn once again.

"But you have beautiful eyes" Mrs. Diwne says, trying to lighten up his mood. But not this time, James doesn't buy it this time.

"Bullshit! When no one is allowed to see it !! What use is it then???

Just let me be"

He storms out of the room,with the intent of drowning himself in his pool of tears.