Chapter Two 2

"Music makes the world"
~BeNelly~

Tainted Truth 

“ You will never amount to anything! ” said Mr. Richardson. 

“Music isn't a young child’s business and in this world, all it takes for someone to succeed in life is for the person to have a potential and destination in life. This guitar you are always on is not going to lead anywhere in life, I repeat, nowhere! You would end up being where you are, being a failure, and raising a failure for the family. Quincy, I repeat you would not amount to anything! ” Mr. Richardson spoke with such anger it could chill someone's bones into believing every single word he said. 

Quincy looked at his Dad in horror, fear, and panic. He could feel the warmth in his body turning cold, with the adrenaline rushing from his spine and into his fists, he wished he could punch him in the face but no, he had to hold his horses. He was still his dad no matter how much of an ass he sounded like, he still remained his dad.

"How am I going to prove to him that I am mean to do more than just a position? He’s my Dad but sometimes, I wish I was given birth to by someone else. Oh, wait! I won't wish that, I'd say why marry someone like him, mom? " Quincy murmured to himself as his dad walked away in utter disappointment. 

"Why would you leave me in the hands of this cruel man, Mum? Of all the men in the world! You didn’t see anyone but this selfish relentless cold-hearted horse of a man, you called a husband? " Quincy continued to himself. 

"Life is not what it used to be in the olden days, why would my mum force herself to marry him? Why wouldn’t she fight for her right? Why did she agree to this arranged marriage? Didn't she know there were a lot of men out there who would treat her right? Like the amazing young woman she was. I don’t even know how to smile anymore because this man drains all the joy out of me!"

As his father was walking out of the house, he looked through the window and saw the Limousine that his father drove home with his chauffeur. He shook his head, he was frustrated, there was a huge thing he missed in his life. 

"Come on, life is not what it seems to be in this castle-caged building, this is not what I’m asking for, I want a real-life. I want my own life, I want a real adventure, I want to be able to feel the music, I want to be able to feel the beats."

"I love the guitar, why can't this man let me have it, why is life so cruel?" 

"No! this isn’t the end of it! I am going to make it and this time I'm not falling in his plan of the legacy! Not as his Dad did to him and their Forefathers before him. I'm not going to sit here and wait for my marriage to be arranged for any random person! I'm not going to sit here and wait for some tradition. I'm not going to sit here and wait for some soft story to tell my kids that I am going to make it and this time following my passion, following my dream, following what I believe my Mum taught me to believe in."

After he said this to himself, he walked out of the room and went straight to the library where he had to build a mini studio behind the bookshelf, that Dad knew nothing about. Well, after all, he never came to the library, he only wanted the building. He came into existence after his mom fell sick. 

The library was the most beautiful and peaceful place in the whole house. It was his mom's dream as well. He always went there as an escape, all he did while there was read Romeo and Juliet, a love that never died, this was a true love story.

"That is the kind of love story I want to have, a passion-driven and amazing love story, a story that goes beyond just living, earning, and success. Whatever takes it but this time I am going to make it and not only with that but I am moving on to the school of art and music. " he declared to himself determined. 

"Mum, why would you have to leave so soon? Why would you let Dad turn so cold on me? Why would you shut me out of your life? Why did you leave me your purse if you promise me no matter what you will always be there? So why now? Why can’t I find you anywhere?" he questioned himself helplessly.

" I turn my head and all I see is this man you call a husband, whom I call my dad, someone who only takes advantage of me like I am a soldier to follow orders in the military. I want to live, I want to feel the music, I want to live the dream that I’ve never lived but rather, he wants to use me to demolish the school, why?"

" Well, he’s taking me there to make a deal for himself. I am going there to learn and make sure of the fact that I’m able to achieve my dream and destroy his no matter what it takes. I am going to Rolacol and instead of helping him to fuel that godforsaken plan of buying the school and turning it into a playground for kids and real estate business. I’m rather going to make sure that plan is screwed and never forgotten. I’m going to make a mark and this time, I’m not going in as a son, I’m going to do everything at home, whatever I want to do I will make it happen in this huge mansion, this gives me a bonus. "

"But how can I lie to these many people? How am I going to live this double life that I'm about to end? How and why did Rolacol School of Music become a target of all the schools in the world? Why would someone do that to innocent kids whose wish in this school was to live their best life? "

As he thought he went outside the gate and sat by The Summer's Heart which was located two blocks from the main house. The house was huge, beautiful, and looked like a real estate Tycoons' house. He walked around the house and saw how magnificent it stood, how amazing people thought it was because from afar you see the beauty, the peace and the comfort of the house but when you are living in this very house you know that you are rather living in hell. 

I’ll have peace and people with passion, dreams, and desires. People who have actually achieved all that they can and because of the life choices they ended up there, they lead the life they deserved. But this house is just a dead-end, nothing like in heaven, people may say different things about it but this house is just a prison now, home doesn’t exist and I’ve lived here my entire sixteen years of my life gone. 

Oh, what a mess life has been, I wish I was never born, I have lived music even before I could walk. I recall my Mum telling me that I could even dance to the tune of a music before I was able to even say a hello; I could move with steps, I could shout my name and open all the musical screws in the world. How is this possible? How is life so cruel? 

But I am done, I’ll do everything in my power if it means going against my dad to do it. This time, it is going to be a story but not wanting to see or meet a girl but to see my home-built from the love of music. Music has always been what I desire; it has been my wife, my mum, my dad, my passion, and my councillor, it has supported me at my worst times. Even when mum went away, music has been there, it has been nice of heaven, but why can’t I feel the songs anymore? Why can’t I hear the sound of music like I used to? Why can't I feel the beats? 

The house was indeed a mansion, in fact, a palace is too small to be competitive to this real estate, this was an empire, and Empress house. The house was painted in a silver and grey colours and the ceiling was a whitish-green, this was strange, as in why would this man choose these weird colours for his house but it made the house look unique and very Uncle Phil, no one in the city of Amilla had this kind of house. The house even had about 15 ft of a large garden and a big cabin hidden in the forest. It was located at the edge of the city and also one of a kind in the capital of Amillia.

This house was one that even the president of the state had been after since my dad made the contract with the building. Why wouldn't he let them have it? Why would he charge for this godforsaken hell a place? 

This so-called soulful place, where even the housemates have had much more fun than the people living in this house for years and yet, they claim he never gave any housemaid the opportunity to stay in any room, despite any urgencies or issues with finance in their family. This is the cruelty, this is just not well. I am not the billionaire's son that people are thinking because I'm living in this house. I'm the son my mum married to this man with me already being in the picture. Life had been the best when I got into this house but that was when my Mum was alive, she would play me the guitar, she let me listen to the sound of music that whispered to me, but in actual she made me feel the music that was in the air. I was living and breathing music, it was everywhere I went, but after she passed all I hear now are dirges for the dead. 

Quincy never gave up on his dreams of the music and music was his passion in life. His dreams weren't the one that his dad would live by either and upon all the riches and comfort of this place, his mum was one that he would always remember. 

Even in this despair, he tried to live his dreams in his mind, making music one of his own. He breathed in the music and then released just as breathtaking music, finally leaving the music that was in his soul but it was all hidden, set up in a place of his own; the library. He was a star in his head, he would write it uncountable times and this is how he got it out, this is not my home he started;

This is not my home.

This is someone’s destiny.

This is one that I was wishing for but it was a lie.

I thought I would have all of what was there.

I thought money was the riches I needed.

Oh, my home this was never my home, to begin with.

Living in the land of the dead was more Joyous than this

Chorus

If I had a home it would be where passion lies 

The beautiful passion of a home

The beautiful desire of a home 

Whether it's her or if that’s my home.

I see the birds in joy

Even the dog's jubilee over peace.

This not the calling 

This was just a pass-through 

This was never meant to be

And never had it been my home.

This was just a call of duty 

Just a broken fate. 

 This is not my home 

But home is where the music lives 

Where the ignition is the best.

This was never my home.

Chorus,

End.

Lipa passing by heard him sing and was so touched by the sound of his bass guitar he could only stare in amazement. 

Lipa whispered to himself  "I wish you knew the truth. I wish you knew that there is this big truth under this house, that no one knows apart from me. I wish you knew the heart of the man you called dad." his feelings getting heavier thinking about the actual reality. 

"This building is huge, but this burden is incomparable to it. I can’t bear it anymore, What if I die without telling this boy the truth of what happened here? What will this man do if he does not know that you…why can’t they just admit it to each other? Why did the lady take it to her grave and why would this man carry this burden alone? Perhaps he’s afraid he'll never forgive himself but if he has seen this boy’s heart, he will know that this boy is more than just a burden. This boy is everything he wished for. How can I carry this burden alone? " While he stands and murmurs his head out, Quincy goes and stands beside him and whispers," What are you hiding from me? "

The chef looks at the little boy in surprise and pain unable to speak a word. Quincy shakes his head, his face marred with a frown, he tries again "Lipa, I know something is troubling you. It has ever since mom died. You sometimes sit and cry without a reason and you never tell me why."

"What is this huge secret that the whole house knows but me? When I call myself an orphan because that's really how I feel here, why do you guys look at me with surprise?" Mr. Lipa keeps quiet, Quincy's face saddens as he walks and stops at a little distance. 

"Besides what would mom be keeping from me? " he whispered. 

Mr. Lipa looked at him in tears, finally mustering the strength to say "Oh darling! My boy, how I wish you knew the truth! Why your dad presents himself like that, as much as he takes it out on you. I’m afraid if you come to know the truth under all the lies you have been living with, not even this house could cover your pain, hatred, and anger anymore. " He continued with a deep breath, clearing up his face and trying to get a hang of pain and lies that felt like they were slashing him within. 

"But I wish you knew it all because you…. you must know it dear, I would tell you, son, listen to me." Mr. Lipa said, walking forward holding his shoulders and staring into the young boy's eyes. 

"Before your mom left, she told me-”

"Who the heck gave you the right to tell him!"Mr. Richardson's voice boomed angrily, as he stepped into the house walking furiously towards them. 

"Do you hate your job so much? Why would you even think of doing it! Have you ever remotely thought about the outcome?" he spat at the shocked chef. Quincy stood in the living room perplexed by what was happening.

"Young man" his dad called "Give me and Mr. Lipa a minute? And don’t worry your head about whatever happened here, leave." he ended, dismissing him with a wave. 

"Yes dad" he responded and walked off feeling overwhelmed and burdened. He wondered as the gravity of what happened in the living room fell on him and he kept thinking what was so important that Mr. Lipa couldn't hide anymore. He looked at them in great worry and confusion, this was another secret he had to hunt now. 

That is beautiful…..

I know there is more 😂 

Hold it up and keep calm 

We are still moving.