William:
I was at home when my mother called me and we had lunch together, but my father had not come yet, and when I left for work again, my father called me and the way he spoke to me was a little strange. I knew something had happened. I was even more certain when entered the house and found that no one was answering me and the lights were off.
I approached until I found one room emitting light. I don't know why I felt like I was in a horror movie for a moment because of this scene. got closer until heard someone's voice, someone collapsed and crying. I started to feel that something wrong was happening here. “What on earth was happening in our house?“
I entered the room and found my father collapsed in tears and my mother sitting next to him consoling him. This scene was truly strange to me. I had never seen my father cry before, but I know that he was always cruel and courageous in nature.
quickly approached to my father and put my hand on his shoulder
-What's wrong, dad?
I found him raising his head quickly as soon as he heard my voice
He got up from the bed and grabbed the collar of the T-shirt i was wearing tightly, “You son of a bi***.”
I stared in amazement at what my father was doing, and I did not know why. did not dare to say a word or move even from where I was, until my father pushed me forcefully and I fell to the ground.
My father went straight to the kitchen.
“-But what's wrong with my father, mom? Tell me what happened?“
As soon as I found my mother opening her mouth and about to say something. I found my father entering the room again, rushing towards me, carrying a shining knife.
I looked at the knife with wide eyes filled with terror and anxiety and found my face reflected in it. At the same moment, I quickly got up from the ground and took a few steps back.
-Dad, what's your problem? Let's. . . Let's just talk, I don't understand anything. I said that in a tone full of terror
"talking ? talking about what? You ruined everything because of your pettiness. Did I raise you to destroy me?” My father said, getting closer and closer to me.
-But I just want to know. . . Ahhh
I did not finish speaking until my father stabbed me. And I hear my mother screaming next to me.
fell to the ground again and felt pain. It was like phantom pain and I saw blood bleeding in front of my eyes and as i began to lose consciousness. . .
“William, William, son wake up!” Dad said
I opened my eyes in fear and quickly lifted myself off the bed
“What's going on, son? Why is your heart beating so fast?” my mother said
I looked at my father while I was staring at him and quickly turned to my mother
-it's . . . It was a nightmare, mom, I saw strange things
My mother looked at me in amazement and said: “What did you see, William?“
I looked at the other side and said to myself: No, you don't have to tell anyone now. I don't know what this is and how I'm still alive. I thought this was very realistic. didn't differentiate between a dream and reality, and this doesn't happen to me very often.
“-Nothing, mom, it's just a nightmare. I'll get up right now and come to you in the living room.“
-“Well, I hope so, because you came from work to your room and slept until now, so we did not want to make you wake up. I knew that you were tired, so I knocked on you to rest.” said my dad
I looked at my dad after he said that and smiled a small smile, my heartbeat began to gradually calm down.
-Thank you, Dad, for that. By the way, let me ask you: Did you call me while you were at work?
My father looked at me while he was hesitant and said: “Yes, and you said that you would come, and when you came, I went to your room and just slept. Perhaps I upset you because of this call, and I know that you are busy in the company with a lot of work, but it is an important topic that concerns you and the company as well.“
I knew that this phone call that happened between me and my father was not part of a dream, but rather a reality, and I completed it when I returned home and fell asleep directly.
“-Okay, I'll come right away.“ I said as I got out of bed.
went to wash my face and relieve stress, and thought that I should not talk about what I saw because this dream might be trying to tell me something. Something about my father's company, my company, and maybe Sophia.
I didn't like to think about it too much, so I settled for washing my face and going out having dinner with them.
While eating dinner, my father told me about what happened with Sophia and her father's visit here, which they told my father about.
When I heard those threats that Sophia's father said to my father and our company as well, I couldn't bear it at all.
-Dad, I think that our relationship with this girl and her father must definitely stop, and I must intervene strongly and make Sophia not work in the company from today on! We stop the contract with her father and do not use or receive any more of that stupid’s money again.
Who the hell does he think he is?
my father looked at me, left the food, and threw the spoon and knife from his hand onto the plate and stared at me. I felt anxious after being so excited at first.
"Are you crazy ? Who do you think you are to do that?” my father said angrily, adding stammeringly, “You . . . you don’t even know the consequences of what
. . . of what you will do. You will destroy everything we have built over the past years.”
I remembered, remembered that dream directly, and looked at the knife that my father placed from his hands on his plate of food, and it was shining.
My mother looked at me and noticed me staring at the knife
“Haha, you know how your father gets mad a little bit faster” my mom said with a slight laugh, trying to lighten the mood and vibes around.
“No, I don’t get angry easily. I’m the only one who knows the interests of this house, the interests of this family, and the interests of my company.” My father said angrily, holding his opinion tightly and not responding to my mother.
I thought that this was not a good time to discuss, even if I was right, maybe I could talk about this matter and discuss it again with my dad or mom later.
I took the initiative to respond to my mother’s attempt to calm the situation and lighten the atmosphere.
“Yes, Father, you are right. I am sorry for what I said. I usually rush into making decisions without realizing the consequences.” I said in an obedient voice.
“It is good to hear you apologizing,” he added, “I hope you get closer and closer to Sophia, that beautiful girl who loves her work and is obedient. I don’t know how you could not love a girl as beautiful as her.” My father said, and his voice became very calm.
I looked at him and did not say a word and began to finish my meal in silence. My father was still saying some things and my mother was listening to what he was saying and discussing it, but I was completely out of the discussion and was content with what I had seen that day.
I quickly finished eating and took my way to my room to sleep.
I already had my own house, but I did not like staying in it alone and preferred to live with my family. This was a decision I made a long time ago.
I couldn't sleep because I was asleep a little while ago, as my parents told me today when I came back from work, so I just kept lying on the bed, thinking and thinking about the company and Sophia, who doesn't want to be away from me and my life and just focuses on work, as my father always says (she's focused on . . . Her work) I really hope she does that!
felt that I was starting to overthink, that there were unrelated things that I was thinking about, and that my brain was actually starting to hurt. i might get a headache if i continued to think about it.
In order for me not to feel angry and upset about what was happening to me, I had to have only one option at that time, which was sleep.