Daddy’s Misery.

So I WAS studying mathematics but ended up here. A short story which I hope you like. It’s titled- ‘Daddy’s Misery’.

Daddy’s Misery

What did he do? What did he do wrong? Where did he go wrong? He pondered over this question while he held her hair as she puked for the sixth time that night. He had come here with a lot of trouble, to her aid. But what happened? Life, he guessed, as he accompanied her back to the hotel bed when she finished.

He knew something was wrong just when she called him. His worst fears were confirmed when she opened the door, blood pouring down her nose. The room looked unswept, uncleaned and smelled like shit. But what he noticed were the long paper tubes that were scattered in the room. He remembered the first time he had seen her do coke. He had just returned from a tour and entered his house, when he saw her and her friends on the couch. She didn’t deny it surprisingly. “You said you’d forgive the biggest mistake if it’s just once. It’s this one. Daddy, please help me.” He had her in a rehabilitation center for the next six months where she showed considerable improvement.  After three more weeks, she was officially cured. That that was four years ago. He had made it a point to talk to her every day, no matter how busy the day might’ve been.  But lately, they had drifted apart again. Her calls had become less frequent, and she herself had become moody and irritable. The last week, she had called him at four in the morning and just asked, “Dad, how will I get out of this darkness, this abyss?”

He softly stroked her hair as she began snoring. Looking at her, he whispered, “You knew the way in, darling. Only you know the way out.”


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