My Son's Father Is At Home!

Loud crashing came by the silent mansion, broken glass fragments scattered across the floor. Swollen eyes depicted tears falling from Trescia's eyes as she felt grieved with the situation. There it was, what she saw. Heartbroken, she immediately left with nothing but herself and a phone on her hand. There was nowhere she could call home once she leave the grandeur of that mansion, but she thought that it would be way better than having to abet the infidel. 2 years ago... Trescia Kassidy found herself in a predicament she may never surpass. Loan sharks trailed her, her stepfather maliciously abused her, and her workplace was not any better from home. She felt tight on her chest as she lowly let her regrets get the best of her. It was the least unexpected. She had always been in the lowest she could possibly be. Somehow, it never amused her anymore but it still caused aching turbulences inside her heart. The moonlight reflected on the salty waters as she stared at the dark horizon from the shore letting her feet get a little wet when the tide slaps the barren sand. Her pupils sunk into a delusion of happiness whilst she drunk more of the liquor she held by her hands. There was no other escapade in the mess brought to her by birth, nothing but a strong glass of alcoholic drink that would make her brain numb to even remember all her hard situations. She choked on the drink with little to no amendment of ever getting sober. She was after all, drunk as she could ever had. Today was nothing special, sort of. It was way worse only. Due to her stepfather's gambling vices and her mother's disability, their financial status had never left rock bottom. Trescia had a dream that she used to love, one which she wanted to study for but couldn't afford to. Despite her personal issues, Trescia willed to peel her bones if she had to just to pursue the honors of being a combatant for her aspiration. During the day, she would eventually go to school and as soon as it ended, she would visit three workplaces where she worked for part time. She had the diligence of farmers, they always told, so when these obstacles seemed to get the best of her, she would remember that sort of praise to keep her motivated. It was the life of a lowborn, no one would have exactly known what it was like to be poor not until they'd feel it. She looked at the complexion on her skin where an area gradually marked a darker purple. She had a bitter smile pouched on her lips as she covered them with her hands hoping that she wouldn't see what had happened to herself. She curled her toes together, hugging both her legs toward her chest as she silently sobbed. It was getting late but her tears would never stop falling, besides, no one would even look for her at home. Not unless her stepfather needed to have something to vent out on. A raspy, deep gulp came sounding from her back. It had a stronger scent of liquor than she could have possibly drunk. Frightened, she slowly turned her head to view the person who stood behind her. The moment she laid her eyes on the man, she felt her unnerved emotion slowly went dry somehow. As if there was some sort of comfort found beneath those tacky glasses of his. He had this flowered polo shirt tucked underneath his maroon pants with black loafers covering his bare foot. His right hand had both fingers clenching on his lit cigarette while the other clasped on a can of unknown drink. He looked right about someone around his late 30s or his early 40s judging from the vague wrinkles forming on his face. “You've been looking like you're down in the dumps,” he spoke. Trescia only turned her back toward him, her face looking back at the horizon. “Well, I guess you said yes?” The man flicked the burning cigarette from his hands making it plummet down the sand. He had a rough expression whilst he stepped on the tobacco to put out the flame. He placed his can next beside Trescia letting himself sit beside her from a small distance. “Lot on our minds, eh?” Trescia did not talk, the young girl could only give the silent treatment as she did not want to provoke the tide from shifting. It was like this before, this was her stepfather's same approach before all his abuses. She feared that having received the same approach from a different man would result to the same ending, one which never actually ends. Maybe if she never answer, she could keep her peace just for the moment. “Not the chatty type, I see,” thean continued to speak. “I thought kids liked to talk observing from kids your age, they yap a lot like some people never heard at home.” He scoffed as a chuckle followed after. “Well, I guess that was their point.” The wind, salty it was drifted both their hair to sway along. There was tension on her feet but easiness on her heart. She gazed at the man configuring his glasses when he took them out of his eyes. It was a surprise to see one of his sights incapable of seeing, he was blind on the other eye. Trescia felt strangely intrigued. “I can't recall anyone stare at my eyes like that, especially on the broken one,” the man once again spoke. “W-Well, I didn't mean to...it's just that it seemed...” Trescia took a breath in as she exhaled softly. “...lovely.” The man smiled. “Really?” He pointed the lens of his sunglasses toward his face looking at the reflection of his countenance. “Does it now?” Trescia softly nodded. A smile grew from her lips yet begun to sink once more on them. “I envy you...” The man, wide-eyed looked at her in awe. “You envy a blind man?” Sarcasm pursed his lips together. Trescia stole a glance at him, her eyes deluded with light and a hint of glee from them. “Well, I kinda thought it was fun to be beautiful...” The man laughed. “I'm quite convinced you haven't seen yourself in the mirror.” She smiled. “How was I supposed to?” She pulled her uniform down toward her legs as she couched her back together. She looked at the bruises popping out from her fingers, reminiscing how putrid and displeasing she looked right now. “I honestly think you're not just as appreciated...” the man pursued the moon with his eyes. “Would you want to be appreciated then, of your beauty?” Trescia looked vaguely with no answer but deep in her eyes there was a 'yes' coming out of them, behind the remaining glint of her dull eyes. “Then isn't that lovely...” The man chuckled. He stood up as he took the can of beer throwing it above his head toward the shallow part of the sea waters. He gazed down at her with a satisfied look, Trescia depicted loving and mused of her at the same time. “Let us make the world see you then...” He reached his hands out signaling a handshake toward the young girl whose eyes twinkled and moved with his short phrases. “I am Leo Erwann, you are?” She immediately stood as if a puppy getting told what to do. “Trescia Kassidy.” “Nice to meet you...” he smiled. The day followed as Trescia laid a smile hung on his lips despite gaining yet another contusion on her lips. Leo saw her immediately amidst the business of the crowded streets as he waved at her with a relieving, bright smile. “Oh...you've gotten another one?” he spoke pertaining to her busted lips. Trescia immediately nodded her head. “It's not big of a deal, I'm used to such. How are you, Leo?” He scratched his head. “Well, still got a little headache from the drink last night, got nagged by my boss for it, but hey, I got you!” There was an encouraging beam on his face. “Oh, right, you're still a minor, how were you able to buy those drinks. They were plenty...” Trescia gauchely smiled. “I stole them from my grandfather.” “Well, that was kind of straightforward.” Trescia did not break the ice whatsoever. She remained hung there waiting for Leo to tell her what she had to do. It wasn't for beauty's sake that she came, even. It was simply because she thought it was an escapade. For young children's minds, being known was like being rich or so she thought that way. For once, Trescia learned that she could be her own girl while being able to solve her personal difficulties in life. Leo gazed at her. He placed his palm above her shoulder looking at the traffic lights, waiting for it to turn finally green. Once again, he met Trescia's eyes which have been adoring his smile for a long time as he spoke once more. “Let's make my industry know you...”