I COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE

I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare, stuck between a rock and a hard place, with only one day left to make a decision that would change my life forever. Should I just fold my arms, give up, and let the worst happen? The thought sent a chill down my spine. I had only two wishes left, and I had to use them wisely. I could use one to stop the divorce, but that wouldn't necessarily mean getting rid of my dad's mistress, Chelsea Evans. She was like a stubborn stain that refused to budge. Maybe I could use one wish to get rid of her, send her to a remote prison in Spain or something. The thought of her stuck in an elevator forever, screaming for help that never came, brought a wicked smile to my face. But was that really the solution? If I stopped the divorce, that meant we would be moving to Switzerland with my father, a place so boring it made me want to scream. And boarding school? No way, that was like a sentence to a life of misery.

I decided to sleep on it, hoping that a good night's rest would clear my head and help me make a decision. I woke up the next morning feeling a little better. A part of me wanted to just let things happen, to surrender to the chaos that had become my life. But another part of me refused to give up, refused to let my world crumble without a fight. The usual monotone routine took place, a numbing sequence of events that I went through on autopilot. The warm bath, the stylists fussing over my hair, the servants hovering around me, the bland but elaborate food, and the tedious hours at school.

I was glad I didn't come across Kimberly hart, not even in class.

After school, my driver dropped me off at home, and I walked through the front door, feeling like a prisoner returning to my cell. I removed my coat and handed it to the servants, then went straight to my room, locking the door behind me. I hadn't seen my mom all day, but I didn't really care. She was probably off doing her own thing, oblivious to whatever I was facing, I couldn't blame her, it was my wish afterall. I was too busy thinking about what to do, my mind racing with the possibilities. It was the last day to reverse the wish, and I was still undecided. I was frustrated with myself, with Sukani, and with the whole situation. That sicko had warned me, but I had never imagined it would be this hard. But despite everything, I had to admit that Williams and I were getting along pretty well. We had spent hours gaming together, and he had told me a bit about his family - his pregnant wife who was a little sick in the head, and his old mother who seemed to be the glue that held them together. They all lived in the same house, a chaotic but loving household that was the complete opposite of my own.

It was 9 pm, my so-called "bedtime" that my parents enforced but never bothered to confirm. My life was just going averagely bad until my mom decided to take it to a whole new level of disastrous. I was sprawled on the living room couch, scrolling mindlessly through my phone, trying to distract myself from the chaos that was my life. That's when my mom burst through the door, stumbling across the room in a red dress that was more like a glorified handkerchief. The dress left most of her legs and back bare, and I could feel my eyes widening in horror. But that wasn't even the worst part - she was clearly DRUNK. Her cheeks were a deep shade of crimson, and her breath reeked of alcohol and desperation. She kicked off her ridiculously high heels, which clattered to the floor, and face-planted onto the couch beside me. At that point, my frustration was boiling over like a pot left unattended on the stove. Her hair was scattered all over her face, and she looked like a hot mess - the prettiest beast I had ever seen, but a beast nonetheless. I couldn't believe this was my mom, the same woman who used to read me bedtime stories and make me feel safe.

I sat down next to her, trying to be the good son, and began to gently tuck the tangled hairs behind her ears. But she swatted my hand away like I was a disease-infested insect, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and humiliation. "Get away from me!" she slurred, her voice high pitched it made me recoil. I was mad, but I kept my cool, trying not to let her toxic behavior get to me. I looked at her, and my mind went blank - I didn't know what to say or do. She looked absolutely pathetic, like a fallen angel who had lost her way. Her makeup was smeared, her dress was disgusting, and her eyes were half-closed, like she was struggling to stay awake. "What's all this?" I yelled, my voice shaking with frustration, as I gestured to her disheveled state. She let out a loud, wet burp, like a frat boy on a binge, and I felt my stomach turn. It was totally disgusting. "Oh, Chester Luis," she mumbled, her words slurring together like the drunkard she now was. Her eyes locked onto mine, and I saw a glimmer of something - maybe shame, maybe defiance - before she stammered on. "I was at the club, with some...a few...fun, alcohol, friends...and..." She moved closer to my face, her hot, rank breath washing over me like a wave of nausea. "And male strippers!" She let out a loud, cackling laugh, like a witch on a broomstick, and threw her head back onto the couch, her body going limp.

My jaw dropped, and I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. That was it! I was stretched beyond my limits, and I couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck Sukani! Fuck everyone!" I exploded, my voice echoing off the walls. My mind was racing with thoughts, and my heart was burning with anger and betrayal. So, my mom was basically a whore now? This was immorality at its peak, and it had nothing to do with riches or poverty. I knew I wasn't perfect; I'd made mistakes before, but my mom had raised me to be a gentleman. The whole Sukani thing was a trap, a poisoned chalice that had brought us nothing but trouble. This wasn't a dream come true; it was a curse, a never-ending nightmare. I had wished for fame, and now my mom was the hot junior high crush, a laughingstock. I had wished for money, and now we were drowning in a sea of decadence and depravity. What was the point of it all? Who had I offended? Why was I being punished like this?

I stood up, my eyes fixed on my pathetic mom, and maintained 100% composure and control. My voice was calm and steady, as I said, "With all due respect, fuck you, mother! You are one hell of a bitch! You're not the woman who gave birth to me; Sukani created you!" It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and I reveled in the satisfaction of finally speaking my truth. I didn't wait to see her reaction or response; I didn't care. I made a perfect dramatic exit, turning my back on her and rushing straight to my room. I slammed the door shut behind me and leaned against it, my heart racing with adrenaline.

I sat on my bed, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. Nobody needed to tell me what to do; I knew exactly what I wanted. I imagined Sukani before me, I whispered, "Raveix ouer Sukani, raveix ouer Sukani." It took longer for Sukani to respond this time, and I waited, my patience wearing thin. I tried my best not to panic, but my mind was racing with worst-case scenarios. What on earth was happening? I repeated the incantation, my voice growing more urgent, "Raveix ouer Sukani, Raveix ouer Sukani!"

Finally, Sukani responded, it's voice low and husky, "Almost got you there!"

Oh just as expected!

I was overwhelmed, overjoyed, and relieved all at once. I almost opened my eyes, but I kept them shut, hoping and praying. "Sukani, for my fourth wish, I'm unwishing my last two wishes!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with emotion. "Granted!"

I opened my eyes one last time to take a final look at the giant room, the beautiful decorations, and the lavish lifestyle that had brought me nothing but pain and misery. I knew I was leaving it all behind, and I thought maybe my last wish if wished well will not bring me such pain. There was still hope...