Sins Of The Past novel Chapter 5

"Prince, get up." Prince heard someone shake him and call him for the tenth time and all he could do was groan and attempt to go back to sleep.

He was so sure that the person wasn't his father and neither was she his step mother. How did he know, because for the past few months he had been with Maya she woke him differently, not like the one shaking him up. His step mother woke him each day she got a chance with kisses and they always worked. Those kisses. He missed them more than he cared to admit but what was he supposed to do. They had thrown him out like a dog.

No, he had agreed that a dog gets even better treatment than he received that day. His father had said he couldn't. He couldn't fight for him no matter how Prince cried. His tears made nothing to him all that time. They didn't move him when his had.

His father's tears had moved him each time he saw them. He had been there for him before he even came to learn about Maya being alive. Prince had dedicated his life to him for years. He had cried with him when he heard his father cry in his room every night. He had been sad with him each time he saw him sad.

But what about him? One whole month without visiting. A month without replying to his letters when Prince had done nothing but to check the mail box each day. Again, that was enough evidence that they never loved him...

"Please get up son." Again the woman voice spoke which made Prince to open his eyes slowly. "You need to eat something before you fall asleep."

"I'm not angry." He said attempting to go back to sleep once again. "I'm still full."

Prince opened his eyes completely when the covers were drawn away from him. Soon he was turning eight years old but his mother was treating him like a kid. He was grown up. At least that's what life had made him be. A grown ass man.

"You only eat sandwich since morning. Now get up, I made us rice with dry fish."

"Fine," and as if his stomach heard everything, it grumbled making his mother to laugh.

He was yet to call her mother but she was giving him the space that he needed. After all, had the same thing not happened between his father and his real daughter? He had given her space and at the end, she had called him papa. He really must be happy where they're at that moment.

Prince sat on the worn out couch and waited for his mother to bring him food. They're already in another country and life wasn't easy their. His mum had used up all her savings to get them a two bedroom house that had no furniture at all. She was really trying and Prince had to appreciate everything she was doing.

"Don't think that way son. Chris..."

And just like the way he had walked out on his mother that day, he walk up sweating. He hadn't meant to fall asleep on the couch the moment he got home from work. And he hated being asleep because he never dreamed of anything new apart from his past. Of all the things he went through as a kid because of a one sentence.

I can't do it.

That's all that was left of his father. He wasn't even sure if those were the exact words but he sure as hell that it was something in between there. He never gave him a chance to show him how much he was willing to please him. How much he so wanted to be a brain surgeon just like his step mother but he never got that chance. Never. Not even now.

His dream as a kid had been killed by his father. He had killed it with those words. Killed it when he didn't even fold his clothes in the suitcase but he had thrown them without minding if they got wrinkled or not. He had thrown them right in front of him while he begged on his knees.

And now, years later, he had become a fashion designer. Not by will but by choice. He chose it so as to know more about the fashion world. His father's world for that matter and to be honest, he was proud of himself. At the age of nineteen he had saved his adopted father's business when it was sinking. He had made sure to bring it back to top by the age of twenty and his father had seen him worth of being the CEO of the company.