Liam’s Perspective
I felt a gentle touch on my cheek, accompanied by a tender voice calling my name. Tears welled up in my eyes, defying my efforts to hold them back. My mom was finally here, by my side. I wished my dad could be here too.
But as her voice filled my ears, memories of the past flooded my mind, bringing forth a sudden wave of resentment towards my mom. How could I forget? She was the one who shattered my childhood, leaving my dad and me behind to suffer. I shouldn’t be feeling happy to see her.
“You’re not my son! I’ll never be your son!” I yelled out suddenly, caught up in the overwhelming frustration that resonated in my voice. My mom seemed taken aback by my outburst, and I could see the pain in her eyes. But I refused to let it show that her presence affected me. How could I forgive her for abandoning us years ago, starting a new family?
“Whose son?” a voice came from behind, jolting me back to reality. I glanced over at my mom, still unconscious. It was all in my head.
The nurse approached us slowly, placing some tools on the table before addressing me. “You can’t be yelling, Mr. Scott. It’s bad for the patient, as she hasn’t regained consciousness yet,” the nurse informed me, bringing to my attention the fact that my mom saying my name was nothing more than a figment of my imagination.
What was I thinking? Did I honestly believe she would remember me and call my name with such love after all these years? Perhaps she didn’t even remember that she once had a son.
It’s crazy how I still recognized her face. How could I not? I spent my entire life becoming the person I am today so I could find her and ruin her life with her new family. But now, seeing her in this condition and reflecting on everything I’ve been through in life, having Amelia in my life has changed my perspective. Maybe my mom has a reason to live after all.
Who am I kidding? Not everyone can be as sweet and loving as Amelia. This woman, who happens to be my mom, will forever be evil and dead to me. I shouldn’t care about her.
With those thoughts swirling in my mind, I stormed out of the hospital, unable to bear being in the same room as that woman.
Speaking of women, I still haven’t asked Amelia out to dinner. I can’t wait for her to fall in love with me again and remember who I am.
My life feels so messed up right now. Lost in my thoughts, my phone began buzzing in my pocket.
I hurriedly reached for my phone, and the caller ID displayed “Elliot.”
“What does this guy want?” I groaned before answering the call.
“Yeah, Elliot…” I started, but before I could finish my words, Elliot’s booming voice interrupted me.
“Dude, will you chill? I know today is payday. You’ll have the money transferred to your account soon,” he said before abruptly hanging up.
“Gosh, that guy really gets on my nerves. He’s lucky I care about him, or else I would’ve sent people to teach him a lesson long ago,” I muttered, ruffling my hair before getting into my car and heading to work.
As I drove to work, my mind was still preoccupied with the tumultuous emotions from the hospital encounter. The conflicting feelings about my mom and the newfound affection I had for Amelia made it difficult to concentrate on anything else.
The traffic seemed especially chaotic today, with cars honking impatiently and pedestrians darting across the streets. I navigated through the congested roads, my thoughts drifting back to the moment I reunited with my mom. It was a mix of relief and anger, a turbulent storm of emotions that threatened to consume me.
Finally arriving at my workplace, I parked my car and took a deep breath, attempting to regain composure. Stepping out of the vehicle, I noticed the familiar hustle and bustle of the city. People hurried by, their faces etched with various expressions-some filled with joy, others burdened with worry. It was a reminder that life continued, regardless of my personal struggles.
Entering the building, I was greeted by the usual chaos of ringing phones and hurried footsteps. The sound of overlapping conversations filled the air, accompanied by the constant clatter of keyboards. It was a high-pressure environment, demanding my full attention and professionalism.
As I made my way to my desk, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt for leaving my mom in that state. Despite all the resentment and anger, she was still my mother. A part of me wanted to stay by her side, to offer support and ensure her well-being. However, my conflicted emotions and the memories of a painful past made it nearly impossible to extend a compassionate hand.
I focused on burying those thoughts, immersing myself in my work to escape the internal turmoil. It was my refuge-a place where I could channel my frustrations and distractions into productivity. The tasks at hand demanded my full attention, forcing me to suppress the chaos brewing within me.
Hours passed, the hands of the clock inching closer to the end of the workday. I completed my assignments efficiently, earning nods of approval from my colleagues and superiors. However, my mind remained fixated on the unresolved issues with my mom. The tangled web of emotions threatened to unravel, spilling into the present and disrupting my carefully constructed facade.
Just as I was about to leave, my phone buzzed again, indicating a new message. I unlocked the screen to find a text from Amelia. My heart skipped a beat as I read her words, inviting me to dinner at a quaint restaurant overlooking the city skyline. A glimmer of hope sparked within me, the anticipation of reconnecting with her growing stronger.
With renewed determination, I decided to put aside the complications with my mom, at least for the evening. Tonight was about rebuilding what I had lost, about cherishing the genuine connection I had with Amelia. It was an opportunity to find solace and perhaps even healing in her presence.
Leaving the office behind, I stepped out into the fading daylight. The city transformed as twilight painted the sky in hues of pink and orange. It was a metaphorical canvas, reflecting the delicate balance between darkness and light within me.
As I made my way towards the restaurant, I couldn’t help but wonder what the night held in store.
To think that I had wanted to invite her to dinner this evening, but it seemed she already had other plans. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement knowing that she had thought about me and wanted to spend time together.
A wide smile spread across my face as I caught sight of Amelia. She was wearing a stunning red dress that accentuated her beauty, her hair cascading gracefully down her shoulders. I couldn’t help but admire her from a distance, captivated by her presence.
As I approached her, my smile suddenly faded when I noticed some of my workers, including Elliot, sitting at the same table as Amelia, surrounded by plates of food.
“Hey, the boss is here!” Laila announced my arrival, eliciting a cheer from the others at the table.
“Come, Liam, come sit next to me,” Elliot offered, a hint of laughter evident in his voice, which made me give him a stern glare.
Confusion filled my mind, and I looked to Amelia for answers. “What’s happening?” I asked her, hoping for some clarity.
“Well, since we all received our salaries today, I decided to treat everyone to dinner. That’s why I invited you too because you’re also a friend to me,” she explained, her words piercing my heart like a sharp knife.
Friend? So she saw me as a friend. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut.
“Ouch, that’s gonna sting,” Elliot mocked, munching on some fries as he spoke.
I couldn’t contain my emotions any longer. Frustration and anger surged within me, causing me to slam my hand on the table in a fit of rage, startling everyone around me.
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Amelia questioned, clearly taken aback by my sudden outburst.
“Are you kidding me? You want to know what’s wrong?” I raised my voice, causing everyone at the table to turn their attention towards me, their expressions filled with confusion.
Sneering at the crowd, I turned away from them, walking away in anger.
“Liam, wait!” I could hear Amelia calling after me, but I ignored her, finding it oddly satisfying that she was chasing after me.
“Liam, please stop,” Amelia finally caught up to me, grabbing my arm to halt my progress.
“What’s your problem?” she asked, completely oblivious to the reason for my anger.
“What’s my problem? Really?” I scoffed, unable to hide my frustration.
“Liam,” she called out, her voice laced with concern.
“First, you sent me a lovely message inviting me to dinner. Then, I arrive only to find my workers,” I blurted out, unable to contain my resentment.
“They’re not just workers, they’re my friends, and I wanted to celebrate with all of them tonight,” she confessed, her tone sincere.
“You wanted to celebrate with your friends, so why invite me?” I questioned, my anger reaching its peak.
“Because I see you as a friend,” she stated plainly.
Damn it! I couldn’t take this anymore. I was her damn boyfriend, not just a friend!
“I wanted to use this dinner as an opportunity to thank each and every one of you for what you’ve done for me, especially you, Liam. You’ve been incredibly kind by letting me stay over at your place,” she explained, her words piercing through my anger, leaving me feeling remorseful for storming out.
“And I organized this small get-together to share the news that I just rented an apartment and will be moving in soon,” she added.
Wait, what?