[9] Vedat's Bitter Truth

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Don't live your life regretting yesterday. Live your life so tomorrow you won't regret today.

-Catherine Pulsifer

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My Mom often says this to me,
"Dressing well is a form of Good Manners"

So to follow the cord of #Good Manners I followed her. I was born on the 1st of April, maybe that is why my life is a fool. I'm the biggest fool in it. The decisions I make are the biggest in it.

I was raised under my Mother's care though my father was always away from me I used to crave his love.

I've never seen my mother talking to Dad. Their conversation will be through his Assistant or the paper clips. What relation is between them? I don't really know. I thought My father had problems with only her. But guess I was proved wrong!
Dad has problems with everyone living in the Ford House. I, my mother, and grandpa.

Whenever there will Father's day I would make a colorful drawing card for him and place it beside his bed but he would say nothing to me. While everyone's father would come on sports days, parents' meetings, or annual functions my father would never care about me. Only Mom and Grandpa will come each time.

Those were the days I used to yearn for his love, to hear just a word from his mouth for me, to me.

Until I was of 8 years, on every birthday I used to wait for him to wish me, even if it was my mother who'll pamper me always, buying different gifts for me but still I waited for him. And then like every birthday night I sleep thinking about him and he would never come. On the next morning of my birthday when it ended I found gifts named by my Father. I used to get very happy that at least he gave me gifts.

But the truth I was oblivious of. Just because I don't feel sad Mom used to buy gifts on his behalf naming them as my father's name and putting them near my bed. I got to know this action of her on my 9th birthday. And I stopped asking for my father from my mother.

He would come early in the morning, sometimes drunk, sometimes with his assistant from shootings or parties. Overboard was when he brought a girl half of his age to the house. In front of me, he kissed another woman and I could just look at my mother's face who will take me to another room to hide his sins. I thought maybe because he was drunk. But no.

As I grew I realized it was his nature.

Grandpa didn't want me to live in that environment so we shifted to the Ford Apartments, one of the buildings which belong to him. Mom would just take care of me and house and grandpa as he was aging.

I had none to call my friend except one girl. Alara. We became friends when she came to my house with her mother for the first time. Our age was five then.
She demanded a yellow flower from my garden and I denied it. Because I love flowers and probably I would never pluck it out from its life.

Never knew a temporary girl would become a permanent best friend. We studied together, and had competitions, she was that Richy-rich is arrogant when I met her, but her attitude changed towards me when I shared my video games with her. She is in love with them.

I still remember the day, a separate floor I was allotted in The Ford Building at the age of sixteen, my father visited my mother's floor. I went to her to ask for dinner when I peeked through the slightly open door. They were talking. Talking to each other, I was happy. Because now that he was talking to my mother he would talk to me also.

But his next line skipped my heart shattering my hopes.

"Keep your son in check. I have nothing to do with him. I already have sons and I will care for them. As soon as my oldie old father is dead I don't want you two in my life again"

The words I wish I shouldn't have heard. I never knew why he would always say I'm not his son. Instead, my mother would deny the thing saying he's my father. But there will be a regret in her eyes and I noticed that thing when I was seventeen.

The day before my eighteenth birthday I was happy because my father has called us to the Ford Mansion. I got to know I had brothers. Brothers! To be honest, I was happy. And jealous because I thought because of them my father never talked to me. But I was wrong, he never liked me from the start.
I don't know why? But his eyes would look at me like I'm a sin.

I never saw my brothers but then why would they live separately? Their mother was my mother, right? No.
I was proved wrong and all these doubts, the doubts I had from childhood were cleared on Prom Night. When he slapped me, for the reason I didn't even commit.

Arnold Parker, my biggest enemy was my brother. Should I say Step-brother I would die but will never accept him as my brother I knew.

I know him since the time our High school started.
His sinful intentions towards Alara since the start of our High School I was aware of. Alara would never think of him like that because she had a pure heart and she thinks nothing like lust or attraction for anyone that I'm sure.

I always admired her parents, and the bond they had, Though Krish Uncle will be strict with me but also he'd trust Alara with me and I was glad. But maybe I broke his trust too.

Arnold Parker was my brother I couldn't take it. His mother was different. My mother is the Second wife of Stefan Ford. My mother told me the night before I was leaving New York.

I didn't know what came over me but he misbehaved with my Best Friend and no chance I was letting him leave alone. I beat him to death and then Stefan Ford came, admitting him to the hospital.

I remember that night. Four years ago.
My father pulled me with him to my mother's room pushing me in front of her.

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"Look what your son has committed. I warned you before then to stay away from my son. I knew you bitch will do something to get him close to my sons!"

I was no longer going to listen to his sinful words for my mother.

"Language Mr. Ford. You're talking to my mother" I stood between my mother and him warning him with my eyes.

"Wow! Now you've started talking too. The little sin of the ford" he muttered his teeth laughing looking at my mother.

I looked at Mom to see but her eyes had fear. I didn't know what was that for.

"Mom please I beat that Arnold it has a reason. He-"

"You better stop boy. " he turned me jerking me to face him. His gritted jaw was the proof he was angry.

"But Dad why do you care for him he misbehaved with my friend" I had to shout to make him understand.

"See. This is how you raised him. Talking in loud voices to his father"
He berated my mother's upbringing but I was not a fool to understand the fact now.

"Did you ever consider me your son?"

He looked up at me, "The stunt you've done with my son..."

"Son?"
I was not able to grasp him.

"Arnold Parker is MY SON" nodding he continued while my mother had tears in her eyes.

"Rebecca is my second wife and you, my third son. Not to forget you're my sin. Biggest sin. Even if I forget he won't"

"Dad please understand I..."

"Call me Dad when you listen to me"

I was happy at least he was talking to me. Mom was just as astonished as was I. Dad was talking to me.

"Vedat" he called my name and I had tears to my eyes when he accepted my name saying it.

"Before Rebecca, I was married and had two sons. Arnold was born a year before you. I've three sons but Arnold has a more powerful person in his life. His elder brother and my... Eldest son. If he got to know... That you beat Arnold to death, he'd surely kill you. And I guess Rebecca will never want that"

He looked at my mother and I saw weakness. Her weakness.

I looked at him, "Dad I will explain it to him. I didn't do-.." He grabbed my collar.

"Do you think he would listen? No. He would surely ask your dead body about the reason why you beat his younger brother, you got it?"

Frustratingly he left me and I leaves the room in regret.

I should be angry that defended Alara or should I regret it?

After some time calming myself when I got back to the room. What I saw was doubtful.

"Stefan I beg you please save my son" My mother was begging him. Hell, I didn't do anything wrong.

"You've only one option, Rebecca, send him far away from his eyes. I'd handle the situation here and my elder son too. He's in the hospital with Arnold right now. Arnold is fighting for his life. Pray for his life and send Vedat to another country because after Arnold gains consciousness He will not waste a single second killing Vedat"

"I will send him to the Netherlands this hour only"
Mom said to him, she was crying.

"Send him anywhere but make him stay away from New York. "

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I had to leave New York that night only and I knew I was responsible for most of the things which will hurt my mother. Whatever I did I will never regret it because it was for Alara. I fought for her. But she left me. Left with Arnold even when I asked her to wait.

But then why she didn't push him away when he kissed her? Why did she leave with him?

Going back to New York I know I've to answer her. She'll for sure be sad. But even before that, I can not talk to her. I have to resist her for her well-being. Things have changed. We're not that close friends anymore. I have to gain respect for my mother. She's my priority before anyone else. My life is not my life but a sin of my father, he said it. I don't deserve this life, the properties I've, and the wealth I have belongs to My two Step-brothers. I've to gain my own prosperity.

Alara is just my friend and my friendship is long forgotten now.

Going back to New York working with her. One-year internship in Atis' Corporation will be difficult. But to prove my worth to my father. I have to lead my career. I've to prove my mother's upbringing is not immoral. And prove to him that I wasn't wrong that night.

I have to prove my worth. To live a regretless life tomorrow.

"How're you, Mom?" I hugged my mother as soon I reached her car. She was waiting for me outside the John F. Kennedy International Airport.

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