The Disembodied soul
s ba
crossed the heavily guarded entrance into the airport in our car, of course, after being
dow. I didn't have much time to bade Guy, my smarty dog, talkmo
e really had to be at work. And dad..I kinda love him less, cause he's so mean n strict; alwa
o hop out. Carring my luggages, he went straight towards the
lled out as few people around turn
ed, I swallowed a
morni
I looked at dad unbelievably. He really had to sort his priorities. I looked at kelvin, his playful smi
g in at my own will, with some sort of silly reasons. I smiled unawares, deeply in thought
w, left for him to be brighter", he said grinning and putting tobacco in-
e said I'm a rather worried expressio
ing. I wonder how mum even met him at the first place. No, I don't hate my dad but he's the worst dad a teenager can have. Our little fights often was misunderstanding. Sometimes, I usually tried to exp
port poured in from school to my dad's de
u've hit people, done graffiti, made rumours, locked teachers in washrooms and even spill paint from the roof of pr
guy, my pluffy dog in our parlour. I cried my eyes out till she came consoling.
d out as kelvin ma
o make a promise to me that... You will control your emotions over there", he said staring dead into my eyes. His eyebrows crease
", he said looking at his wrist wat
ht. Normally, I would be happy but thi
* *
e", I asked as we opened
pocket for his keys. I suddenly knew he was not himself. His hands shook terribly as he try inserting his key in the keyhole. Suddenly, his breath became louder and louder as though gasping
e tried telling m
ed shaking him gently. He tried raising his hand towards hi
de,searched his dashboard, under his se
at the extreme end of the dashboard, but it didn't fall alone, few wrapped white substance,
izzy almost immediately. I'm sure he was in some sort of mess like drugs, gambling and maybe fights.
me, he knew he owe me explanation. He picked the keys and
.." kelvin stopped halfway
air to the torn books near the dining table....then the spilled milk which spread over the place without
in anger. The timid cat ran, hiding at the back of a sofa, staring at kelvin then me. Clearly,
him. After passing series of shut doors, we arrived to an open airy room, contain
, he lastly managed to say,
ouse, the room was messy. Tired, I sat on the soft bed,
own and may