Best Defense

It's Too Hurt

I inhaled a deep breath while looking at the entrance of the hospital where Mia was treated. I could smell the disease that almost made me nauseous. This is really the place that no one wants to visit. Including myself.

Last night Edward and Sean forced me to come back here to talk to Mia. To be honest I didn't mean it two days ago, I said it just wanted Mia to realize her mistake and tell us who the man she was in was with was making her pregnant. But Mia's too loud. To this day he still held his mouth to mention the name of the man. And I'm sick of his childish behavior.

We tried to help her before Mom found out about this matter, but she couldn't catch our point.

I rushed inside the hospital hoping that Mia would comply this time and not make the problem longer. I'm afraid something will happen to Mom if she finds out about this. He was too old to accept 'surprise', his heart would not be ready to face news that would surely shock anyone who heard it.

While breathing out, I slowly opened the door of Mia's treatment room, and that was when I heard the talk that made my blood rise so quickly that it filled every cell in my head.

"So, are you happy with the situation?" denise's voice that was visiting Mia sounded confused asking.

Mia nodded her head as she gulped down the mineral water from the bottle.

"Why?"

"Because I don't like it. He's setting me up too much. Everything he did made me sick and almost crazy." Mia gulped down the water again before continuing. "He acted as if he had the most power over my life. Hah, you don't even know how miserable my life used to be. I had to succumb to him at all times and no one cared about my feelings."

"I even desperately took care of her son while he was busy doing something that wasn't clear of purpose."

The plastic water bottle in my hand let out a loud crackling sound as I subconsciously gripped it so tightly. Denise, who first saw me surprised, looked at me with a paled face and then looked anxiously at Mia, who then raised her head and met my eyes. His expression looked surprised like Denise, but only for a moment.

"You coming, sissy?" said relaxed. "Don't you say we don't have any business? Not a brother or something? I don't think I asked you to come." Mia gulped back down the water while looking at me.

My feet moved quickly closer to him before I could think of anything and directly slapped him on the cheek. Mia groaned touching her cheeks that were reddened by my slap, then she laughed softly. "You just slapped me."

"What do you mean?" my growl.

He shook his head while grinning cynically. "You'll never understand, you're the golden boy, everyone's first choice." He said cynically. "You take it all and throw it all away, act as if you're the center of everything and everything else is just a remnant, it really makes me sick." Mia looked at me full of hatred.

"You know what your problem is, Mia? You talk like I'm the cause of your miserable life. But the truth is, you're just jealous and trying to make me look bad so you feel better." My mouth rattled and put the food I brought on the table. "I feel sorry for you." I said coldly before turning around and stepping away leaving Mia with Denise inside.

Ameer jumped in shock as I subconsciously struck the window glass beside me. No sound came out of his mouth all the way from the hospital to the building where I lived.

My head is suddenly heavy. I held back the tightness that was squeezing in my chest when I remembered Mia's words in the hospital earlier. Either I should feel guilty or angry, but his words disappointed me. All this time I thought we were fine, at least he was fine.

I always try to do my best for Mia and my family, sincerely wanting to repay all their efforts when helping me forget the bad events that befell my parents, paying for all the sacrifices they have made. For God's sake, I did.

Everything I've done so far has been nothing but to please them. I worked so that Mom and Dad would be proud of me and meet all of Mia's needs even though I knew Dad and Edward could give her whatever she wanted. But why didn't he see all my efforts, and now he says I took everything from him? And if it's true, what part did I take from him?

Father and Mother treated us fairly, they gave us what we needed, they treated us equally. When they give me something, Mia and Edward get it too, and vice versa when Mom and Dad give Mia or Edward. The only thing that makes me feel special is when they overreact in loving me. But they did it because I was shaken at the time.

People always say with envy to me. "You're so lucky, born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you can do whatever you want and go wherever you want." I don't blame them. I don't think they know that every expensive and beautiful thing has a dark history behind it.

Who wants to live this hard? No one wants to. Died by his parents as a child, spent twenty-four hours each week for two years with a psychiatrist, and was forced to take all sorts of drugs. At that moment I felt like everyone was trying to kill me with those drugs, they seemed to want to eliminate me from the world, and maybe it was better if that was the reality.

My eyes began to feel hot withholding tears, my eyes became blurry because of it, and when I closed, my cheeks felt warm as the tears flowed. My hand went up squeezing the chest which is now getting tight.

What Mia said really hit my mind, making me feel like dying this very second. I want to blame others, but who should I blame? I never expected this harsh reality to come to my life. I never asked my parents to leave me and leave me to someone else.

If I can choose, I want to live like everyone else. Living happily with my mom and dad, having happy childhood memories, growing up and growing up next to them until watching them smile proudly when I managed to achieve something.

I wanted my parents to take me to school on my first day, teach me at night and then read the story until I fell asleep, and then see them smiling to greet me when I woke up in the morning.

I want my mom to tie my hair, or teach me to use women's supplies, or cook with me, and my dad to feed me, or just help me do homework. But I never felt it and I couldn't choose even if I wanted to.

Oh my God, why did you give me such a hard life?