The Journal discovery
Hawk Andrews
“Dad I don’t want to work with you anymore. I want to be on my own, start all over on my own. I don’t want to take over any of your businesses. I want to build a name for myself in the business world with grandma’s furniture company.” I finally said to my father, I’ve been holding back in saying this. But right now, he needs to know. I’m tired of being controlled by father, I don’t want to work for him anymore. It’s time I become independent. I know it won’t be easy, but I’ve got to try it out first.
My room became silent immediately I said it. I know he wasn’t expecting this when I invited him over to my house, but I just wanted to get this off my mind.
After the accident that almost claimed my life. I have been experiencing some kind of blankness that I just couldn’t figure out. It was as if my life was a puzzle and it needs to be fixed properly, but there was something missing from the puzzle. I wake up every morning feeling like a part of my life was missing, but I just couldn’t place what it was. My head starts hurting anytime I try to think about the accident, how it happened and who I was with.
The doctor already told me not to force it, I have to just let it come back gradually.
I sighed heavily, my mind went back to the lady that came to the hospital to see me weeks ago. Carol said, the lady used to be the love of my life but I had no memories of her. I have been hoping she shows up, but I haven’t even seen a sign of her. Is she truly the love of my life.
“Is that what you want? if so. Just do as you please. But don’t come running to me when you need help, because I am not in support of this decision of yours. You are my heir, my successor and if you are rejecting this, then I would pass it on to your adopted brother Xander. If you want a boy who grew up from the slum to take your place, then I have no problem with it. But I want you to think of this very well. Don’t you want to take up the family’s legacy.”
“This week has been booked down for my surgery.” My father added.
“What surgery?” I asked in confusion. I have always known my father to be a healthy man, even though he goes for monthly regular check up, and hearing him talk about a surgery was making me confused.
“I don’t have much time to live Hawk, that is why you should consider taking over the family’s business. Once I die, it would be hard for you to get it back. Don’t forget this is a family business you will have to pass down to your generations.” My father replied.
“That is not the question I am asking you father, what surgery are you talking about?” I asked, sitting up in my bed.
“The doctor detected a tumor in my brain and it has to be removed.”
I sighed heavily, this was actually not good. I took in a deep breath as I stared at my dad, I haven’t even noticed he was looking lean. He was actually going through a lot but he keeps acting tough. I have never seen him show any sign of weakness and he raised me not to be a weakling, he is sick but he was still acting tough.
“What is the rate of the success of the surgery. Any medical conditions?” I asked, trying to stay calm.
“There is a great chance that the tumor will be successfully removed with the surgery but there is a chance that it might grow back.”
I know a little about brain tumor surgery because my grandma had a cancerous tumor. I know how the surgery to remove brain tumor carries risks, such as infections and excess bleeding. Other risks depend on the part of the brain where the tumor is located.
“Where is the tumor located dad?” I asked.
“I think we should stop talking about this,” my dad said getting up from the leather couch at the foot of my bed.
I just hope it was not close to the nerves that connect his eyes, or else there would be a risk of vision loss. And one of the things my father fears in life was loosing his sight.
“I don’t have much time again. I want you to promise me that you won’t abandon the family businesses. I resigned this morning. Everything is all yours to do as you please and if you still don’t want it, do away with it yourself.”
“I will be leaving now.” My father said, getting up and taking his leave. He didn’t bother looking back and I feared this would be the last time I will be seeing him. He wasn’t a great father to me but he taught me what leadership entails. I rubbed my temples soothingly.
Melissa Hudgens, the girl who has been assisting me hasn’t stepped out of her room since my father came into my house. One would think she was trying to hide away from him, but I have noticed she has been spending her time on writing. Morning, afternoon and night, whenever she is not helping me out, she will be found writing.
There is something about her that I can’t figure out yet. She pulls me and draws me to her with an unknown force. It is like I have known her for ages, like this wasn’t the first time I will be living with her. The fact that I was attracted to her, not only sexually. But I find myself caring about her. When I kissed her last night, it wasn’t strange to me. It didn’t seem like it was the first time I was kissing her, which was really odd to me. Maybe I should go and check on her.