My past life -Part 9.
The Emptiness After Joy
Two months had passed since Joy left, and the weight of my regrets grew heavier with each day. I couldn't stop thinking about the choice I had made—the moment I turned down her offer for us to be together. Now, the hunger inside me had returned, fiercer than ever before.
Sleeping with my sisters no longer satisfied me. What had once felt thrilling and forbidden now felt dull and empty. I craved something new—a different person to ease the restless fire burning inside me. But no matter where I looked, I couldn't find what I needed.
Lost in the Darkness
I didn't know how I had fallen this deep—trapped in a cycle of lust, anger, and sadness. It was like sinking into a pit with no way out. No one understood me. No one even tried. And so, I let myself drown in the shadows, believing there was no escape.
Three Months of Torment
Three months went by without any relief. My desires only grew stronger, gnawing at me day and night. I searched everywhere, but no one could fill the void inside me.
At home, things only got worse. My parents fought constantly—screaming, arguing, and then leaving in anger. But one night, their fight reached a new level. It was like watching two warriors locked in an endless battle, just like Madara and Hashirama from the stories I had heard.
After their shouting match, my mother did something I would never forget. Late that night, she stripped naked and began praying loudly against my father. It was a terrifying sight—her voice filled with rage, her body trembling as she cursed him.
My father woke up to the noise and saw her standing there, completely exposed. He didn't say a word. He just watched until she was done, then shook his head in disappointment.
A Father's Warning
He called me into his room. As soon as I stepped inside, he closed the door behind me and spoke in a low, serious voice.
"My son," he said, "when the time comes, make sure you don't marry a woman like this. Find someone who understands you—someone who brings peace into your home, not chaos."
I nodded, not knowing what else to say. Then he sent me back to my room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
But just as I was about to sleep, my mother walked in.
"Oh God, why?" I thought to myself, bracing for whatever she was about to say.
She sat beside me, her voice softer now but still filled with bitterness.
"Peter," she said, "don't turn out like your father. Be better than him. Promise me that."
A New Beginning
I nodded silently as she spoke, her words fading into the quiet of the night. Without another sound, she turned and left, the soft click of the door closing behind her. Alone in the dim light of my room, I lay down on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts drifting into the darkness. Sleep came slowly, but when it did, it carried me far away from the worries of the day.
Five Months Later – High School
Time moved quickly, and before I knew it, I was stepping through the gates of my new high school. My father had pulled strings to get me into one of the best schools in our neighborhood—a place where the kids were sharp, the teachers were strict, and reputation mattered. I didn't care much about any of that. To me, school was just another place to pass the time.
That was until I met Sarah.
From the moment I saw her, she stood out. She was beautiful—fair skin, long hair, curves in all the right places—but it wasn't just her looks that caught my attention. There was something about her, something deeper. She was smart, confident, and carried herself like she knew exactly who she was.
Most guys in class couldn't take their eyes off her, and when she started talking to me, their jealousy was obvious. Whispers followed us, stares burned into my back, but I didn't care. Their opinions meant nothing to me. I had never been the type to worry about what others thought.
The Unexpected Connection
Sarah and I grew closer faster than I expected. She was always around—laughing at my jokes, sitting next to me in class, finding excuses to touch my arm or lean in when she spoke. I wasn't used to someone wanting to be near me like that. Most people kept their distance, sensing the walls I had built around myself. But Sarah? She acted like she didn't even see them.
By the time the first term ended, she surprised me even more.
"I like you," she said one afternoon, her voice steady but her eyes unsure. "I want us to be together."
I stared at her, caught off guard. Girls had liked me before, but none like Sarah. None who looked at me the way she did—like she could see past the coldness, past the careless attitude, straight into the person I used to be.
Still, I wasn't about to change who I was.
"Fine," I said. "But you won't be the only one. I don't do relationships like that."
Her face fell for just a second before she forced a smile. She didn't like it—I could tell she wanted me to herself—but she agreed anyway. Maybe she thought she could change me. Maybe she just didn't want to walk away.
Something Different
Weeks turned into months, and Sarah stayed by my side, even when I knew it hurt her. I had been with other girls before—plenty of them—but with Sarah, it was different.
The way she moved against me, the way her lips met mine like she was trying to memorize the feel of me, the way she clung to me like I was something precious—it wasn't like anything I'd experienced. Other girls were just fun, just distractions. Sarah? She felt like more.
Sometimes, when she looked at me, it was like she could see the boy I had buried deep inside—the one who used to care, the one who used to feel things deeply. It was unsettling. Annoying, even.
But I never pushed her away.
To be continued.....