Ever heard of the phrase "If you can`t do the time, don`t do the crime" ? Well, I`d say fuck that shit because I was never a criminal in the first place. I can barely live another day in this fucked up living shit hole. I had always been wishing that this was nothing more than just a nightmare. Imagine serving 20 years behind bars for something that you had nothing to do with and was nothing more than just a set up by your very own backstabbing brother who was nothing more than just a repetitive gambler, drug addict and a hardcore drinker.
It was really hard being a single father who`s working two odd jobs day and night. My wife passed away due to the SARS disease and all I`m left with was my one and only son, Ryan. I was being retrenched right after the company found out about the disease my wife was having. I had never blamed them as they were just doing the right thing in keeping the people safe from the high possibility of the disease being contagious.
Ryan was only 10 years old and had always been a good son to me. He does well in his studies and was not like any other ordinary kids who want this and that kind of toys. In fact, he appreciated what he had. "There`s nothing more in the world that I need Pa. I promise to study hard, get a good job, live in a big house so I can take good care of you since Mama has moved on," those were the monumental words from Ryan.
"Remember Ryan. No matter how rich and successful you become, always be a humble human being. Live a modest life," just a word of advice to Ryan.
I promised Ryan that I will take him on a holiday to Hong Kong Disneyland if he did well in his final year examinations. I had been working day and night just to save up for the holiday. There were some money left that I had been saving a long time ago but that was just a back up fund for any unforeseen possibility of a rainy day.
One night, as I was about to fall asleep, I heard a a thunderous knock on the door. Someone was calling my name at the same time. It sounded desperate. I rushed to the door and looked through the door hole. It was my brother, Jake. "Peter! Peter! Open up! I need your help," Jake vociferated.
I opened up and the odour of alcohol pierced through my nose. Jake`s hair was all messed up and his first few buttons at the top were unbuttoned revealing his dragon tattoo that he has. His face was red and his eyes were bloodshot probably due to having too much alcohol. I explained,"Look. If you`re here for money again, I`m sorry. I don`t think I can help you this time. Enough is enough alright? I know you`re drunk now, so please just go home."
Jake`s expression changed and he gave me cold shank eyes. "You`ll fucking regret this," he said in a very dark manner. I quickly shut the door and told him I won`t hesitate to call the police if he refuses to leave.
The next day as I was about to leave the house when the phone rang. It was Jake but this time, he had a decent casual tone,"Peter, I`m sorry about last night. Look, I really need your help this time. All I need is a place to stay for five days. One week max. I promise. Come on, for old times sake?" He sounded so convincing that I agreed to it. After, he`s the only family I have other than Ryan since our parents passed away right before I got married.
The evening that he came, he had a lot of bags with him as if he was running away from home. It was not as if he has a home in the first place. All he does is rot up with his friends in a cheap apartment they rented. I just can`t be bothered to ask him whatever was in the bag. All I know was that he just needed a place to stay for a while till he gets back on his feet. Ryan didn`t really fancy the idea of having his only uncle staying in at our house.
"Here you go. Cheers bro. Thanks for letting me stay here for a while," Jake said while offering me cold beer that he had already poured into the glass. Something wasn`t quite right in place. I drank the beer and continued watching TV while Jake sat down beside me. Ryan was already sound asleep. Soon after, Jake dozed off and I felt extremely sleepy like never before. I fell asleep but somehow I could see and felt how my surroundings were like. Somehow, I was asleep but awake at the same time. I could suddenly feel a sharp needle piercing through my right arm and liquid passing through my blood soothingly.
I woke up the following Saturday morning with a major headache as if I was having a hangover. Jake was nowhere to be seen, probably out to rot with his friends as usual. Ryan was still sound asleep in his room. I went to kitchen to have some Panadol to relief the pain. Just as I entered my room, my heart skipped a bit. It was all messed up as if I was being robbed. It was confusing at the same time as Jake`s stuff was under my bed. I couldn`t think straight and I felt a bit high. There was someone knocking on the door. It was hard for me to walk straight and I almost fell down quite a number of times.
I opened the door and I saw a German Shepherd accompanied by 4 men in uniform. The dog started barking ferociously towards my direction. I started wondering if it was really a dog or just a freaking beast. Ryan went out of his room and asked what was going on. They immediately went in without any doubt or hesitation. The German Shepherd rushed like a bullet into my room, knocking down my timid son. "NO! RYAN! What the fuck is going on!?" I exclaimed and my senses suddenly came back to me. I went straight to Ryan to pick him up and told him that it was nothing but just a nightmare. Ryan was really petrified with was going on that he started crying. The dog was barking continuously towards Jake`s bag. One of the men came right to me, knocked me down against the floor and arrested me aggressively. I was absolutely clueless on what was going on and I didn`t retaliate to the Police Officer as I know I hadn`t done anything wrong.
As I serve my years in prison, I found out that this was all a set up. This was all a set up for Jake to make an escape from the country even before the Police found out that he was actually a drug dealer. That night when he came to my house, the bags were actually full with all sorts of drugs. To make it more like I was the bad guy, he spiked my drink that he gave and jabbed me. I had never heard from him since then. I can`t believe that justice had been brought upon even to the innocent one.
I never got a chance to take Ryan to the holiday that I had promised him. I never got a chance to see him grow up. I`ve not even seen him till today. I found out that Ryan had been adopted and won`t be able to visit me as he was still a minor. Everyday, I pray that he will be in good hands.
On the day of my release, I was told that someone was waiting for me. When I went out, there was nobody. "Pa?" there was a voice from over my shoulder. I turned around and saw a clean cut and well dressed young man standing.
"Ryan?" I asked. The man smiled and nodded. I immediately dropped whatever I was holding and hugged my son.
"It`s okay Pa. Everything`s alright now. It`s time to go home now," Ryan added.
It was really hard being a single father who`s working two odd jobs day and night. My wife passed away due to the SARS disease and all I`m left with was my one and only son, Ryan. I was being retrenched right after the company found out about the disease my wife was having. I had never blamed them as they were just doing the right thing in keeping the people safe from the high possibility of the disease being contagious.
Ryan was only 10 years old and had always been a good son to me. He does well in his studies and was not like any other ordinary kids who want this and that kind of toys. In fact, he appreciated what he had. "There`s nothing more in the world that I need Pa. I promise to study hard, get a good job, live in a big house so I can take good care of you since Mama has moved on," those were the monumental words from Ryan.
"Remember Ryan. No matter how rich and successful you become, always be a humble human being. Live a modest life," just a word of advice to Ryan.
I promised Ryan that I will take him on a holiday to Hong Kong Disneyland if he did well in his final year examinations. I had been working day and night just to save up for the holiday. There were some money left that I had been saving a long time ago but that was just a back up fund for any unforeseen possibility of a rainy day.
One night, as I was about to fall asleep, I heard a a thunderous knock on the door. Someone was calling my name at the same time. It sounded desperate. I rushed to the door and looked through the door hole. It was my brother, Jake. "Peter! Peter! Open up! I need your help," Jake vociferated.
I opened up and the odour of alcohol pierced through my nose. Jake`s hair was all messed up and his first few buttons at the top were unbuttoned revealing his dragon tattoo that he has. His face was red and his eyes were bloodshot probably due to having too much alcohol. I explained,"Look. If you`re here for money again, I`m sorry. I don`t think I can help you this time. Enough is enough alright? I know you`re drunk now, so please just go home."
Jake`s expression changed and he gave me cold shank eyes. "You`ll fucking regret this," he said in a very dark manner. I quickly shut the door and told him I won`t hesitate to call the police if he refuses to leave.
The next day as I was about to leave the house when the phone rang. It was Jake but this time, he had a decent casual tone,"Peter, I`m sorry about last night. Look, I really need your help this time. All I need is a place to stay for five days. One week max. I promise. Come on, for old times sake?" He sounded so convincing that I agreed to it. After, he`s the only family I have other than Ryan since our parents passed away right before I got married.
The evening that he came, he had a lot of bags with him as if he was running away from home. It was not as if he has a home in the first place. All he does is rot up with his friends in a cheap apartment they rented. I just can`t be bothered to ask him whatever was in the bag. All I know was that he just needed a place to stay for a while till he gets back on his feet. Ryan didn`t really fancy the idea of having his only uncle staying in at our house.
"Here you go. Cheers bro. Thanks for letting me stay here for a while," Jake said while offering me cold beer that he had already poured into the glass. Something wasn`t quite right in place. I drank the beer and continued watching TV while Jake sat down beside me. Ryan was already sound asleep. Soon after, Jake dozed off and I felt extremely sleepy like never before. I fell asleep but somehow I could see and felt how my surroundings were like. Somehow, I was asleep but awake at the same time. I could suddenly feel a sharp needle piercing through my right arm and liquid passing through my blood soothingly.
I woke up the following Saturday morning with a major headache as if I was having a hangover. Jake was nowhere to be seen, probably out to rot with his friends as usual. Ryan was still sound asleep in his room. I went to kitchen to have some Panadol to relief the pain. Just as I entered my room, my heart skipped a bit. It was all messed up as if I was being robbed. It was confusing at the same time as Jake`s stuff was under my bed. I couldn`t think straight and I felt a bit high. There was someone knocking on the door. It was hard for me to walk straight and I almost fell down quite a number of times.
I opened the door and I saw a German Shepherd accompanied by 4 men in uniform. The dog started barking ferociously towards my direction. I started wondering if it was really a dog or just a freaking beast. Ryan went out of his room and asked what was going on. They immediately went in without any doubt or hesitation. The German Shepherd rushed like a bullet into my room, knocking down my timid son. "NO! RYAN! What the fuck is going on!?" I exclaimed and my senses suddenly came back to me. I went straight to Ryan to pick him up and told him that it was nothing but just a nightmare. Ryan was really petrified with was going on that he started crying. The dog was barking continuously towards Jake`s bag. One of the men came right to me, knocked me down against the floor and arrested me aggressively. I was absolutely clueless on what was going on and I didn`t retaliate to the Police Officer as I know I hadn`t done anything wrong.
As I serve my years in prison, I found out that this was all a set up. This was all a set up for Jake to make an escape from the country even before the Police found out that he was actually a drug dealer. That night when he came to my house, the bags were actually full with all sorts of drugs. To make it more like I was the bad guy, he spiked my drink that he gave and jabbed me. I had never heard from him since then. I can`t believe that justice had been brought upon even to the innocent one.
I never got a chance to take Ryan to the holiday that I had promised him. I never got a chance to see him grow up. I`ve not even seen him till today. I found out that Ryan had been adopted and won`t be able to visit me as he was still a minor. Everyday, I pray that he will be in good hands.
On the day of my release, I was told that someone was waiting for me. When I went out, there was nobody. "Pa?" there was a voice from over my shoulder. I turned around and saw a clean cut and well dressed young man standing.
"Ryan?" I asked. The man smiled and nodded. I immediately dropped whatever I was holding and hugged my son.
"It`s okay Pa. Everything`s alright now. It`s time to go home now," Ryan added.
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