ch-7 hatred towards family

She had left after warning me but I thought that they are just kids, what can they do? At the most, they will complain about me.

I took their warning lightly and again got busy in my work.

Present day...

But I had not expected that they would stoop so low to humiliate me.

All this was much more than I had thought, but I don't know why I was getting this feeling again and again that this is someone else's mind.

These girls don't have enough brain to plan and execute it. I did not say anything to him and quietly came out of the hostel. I had understood that all this was done by him, but what would he gain by getting me out of the hostel? Someone must be supporting him!

Till now I had not noticed that he was just a sycophant, but there were so many problems going on in my life that I did not get a chance to think about anything else.

But I thought it more important to focus on my current situation instead of paying attention to all these things and took my luggage and purse and started walking towards the bus stand.

I was still far away from the bus stand when suddenly someone came from behind me and hit me and made me fall down.

This collision was a little strong due to which I lost my balance and fell down.

I controlled myself, got up and cleaned my clothes by shaking them.

Then I started looking for my bag and purse, then I understood that that unknown person has stolen all my stuff.

I took out my mobile from my pocket and thought of calling Reet, but I saw that my phone was also stolen.

"Great!" This was the only thing that was missing. If anything else is left, let that happen now, but as they say, peace prevails before a storm. This was it, and this storm once again healed all my wounds.

I could not understand anything and I started walking towards my flat with a sad face. I have my own flat but I don't like going there at all, so I stay in a hostel.

But today such a problem had come that I was forced to go towards that place even though I did not want to.

I was just 2 streets away from my flat when a man wearing a black suit and black glasses stopped me and came in front of me and said

"Madam wants to talk to you"

"I don't have time" I said angrily.

"My lady, you have to come with me" He came and stood in the middle of my way.

Not seeing him move away from the way, I said

"If she wants to talk to me, then tell her to come to me"

Hearing this, the bodyguard became a little confused as to what he should do now?

Just then a voice came from the car

"Does anyone talk to his mother like this"

"Stepmother" I said emphasizing on this word. "I know you don't like me. That's why you don't come home.

I also don't like you very much but your dad misses you a lot, so come and meet him" the lady said ordering me in a commanding voice.

"If he missed me so much, he would have come himself and not sent you" I said tauntingly with a fake smile.

You have taken after your mother in terms of arrogance, if not anything else, but you have definitely learnt this arrogance from her.

It is rightly said that like mother like daughter."

"Do not say anything about my mother. She who has come in someone else's place has no right to speak like this."

I can tolerate anything but I cannot tolerate even a single word against my mother, and after listening to that lady my anger reached the seventh sky.

"You..." that lady said angrily.

"If you have finished talking then you can go. I have no interest in wasting time with you. Bye."

On hearing this, that lady signaled her bodyguard and he went and sat in the car.

From there I came to the flat with my head up, without any expression, and after coming inside I locked the gate.

But after seeing my mother's photo inside, my patience broke and I started crying loudly.

I also had a family. My mom was very good. She used to take a lot of care of me.

Dad used to be busy in his work, he did not have time for us, but with mom I never missed her. I never felt it. Mom tried everything so that I never felt the absence of my dad.

I too had seen my mother crying in secret remembering my dad. So I too never talked to her about my dad.

But one day when I was 14 years old, Mom died in a car accident. Dad did not come to Mom's funeral, and even when he came, it was at the end when everything was over.

Without saying anything, he went straight to his room. I sat there crying in front of Mom's photo. Dad did not think of making me quiet even once.

He did not come and sit near me even once. I am his own blood. He does not have the right to take care of me. To encourage me.

But from which man am I expecting this? He never came to ask about our well being in all these years.

Mom had expectations from him but not me. Now I do not need him. I can take care of myself.

After that day, Dad never came to me and I was also deliberately ignoring him. The man who was not affected by his wife's death, how would it matter to him if I am there or not.

All this kept going on like this. Neither Dad ever took the initiative nor I.

After 4 months, Dad brought a lady home and said

"She is your mom from today, and she will take care of everything, if you need anything, tell Ramya" Dad said without changing his expression.

"Dad, it has been only 4 months since Mom left, and you have brought a new Mom, she was your wife, don't you feel anything?" I was very angry.

How can a person be so heartless? "She has left now, and I can't waste my time on her anymore. Her family is helping me a lot in my business, so shut your mouth and go to your room, and if you don't agree with my decision then I have a flat, you can go and live there"

Without saying anything further, I packed my stuff and started living in that flat, but I didn't stay there for long because I didn't want to take any favors from this person,

so I started living with Reet and after admission in college, in a hostel. I didn't want to live on the crumbs of that person. So along with college, I was doing other odd jobs too so that I could pay my fees.

But now I did not have any other choice; I am compelled to live in this flat again. The flat in which I was not willing to even set foot, today I do not have any other place to call my own.

Mom, why did you leave me? If you were with me today, all this would not have happened. Even though we had less money, but we both were happy.

I miss you Mom!

I miss you!!!!!!!!