The bright lights in the operating room were blinding Sylvester and he had flashbacks of his moments from the past.
Sylvester was four when his parents divorced, he was entrusted to his granny as both parents felt that his presence would be a burden to their social life.
He was very inclined to his granny who took good care of him, but she could never replace the kind of motherly love that Sylvester yearned for.
He was an independent child since then, never caused a worry to his granny.
He had a defiant and stubborn look which alienated him from other kids. He grew up as a loner and mixed with the bad company when he enrolled in a notorious secondary school.
Sylvester started smoking, swearing and cursing every single moment. He felt angry with everyone during his puberty age and fucked his first girl at age 13, who was 3 years older than him.
He also dabbled in drugs at the age of 13 and had his virgin tattoo at 15. He joined gang at the same time and his future seemed destined for doom.
He knew that fact himself too, he hated his parents for forsaking him and when his granny passed away when he was 15, none of his parents were keen to have him with them.
He was put up at a relative’s home after his granny’s death and he could not get along with the relative and ran away from home, slept on the streets and bathed at his gangster friends’ place.
When his relative reported his missing to the police and he was escorted back to them, his relative called his mother and demanded she bring him home.
Sylvester finally followed his mother to her place for the first time in 15 years, excited and worried at the same time.
He got a rude shock when he followed his mother into the one room flat and saw a tall dark man in his 30s, sitting at the sofa.
The man ignored Sylvester and his mother, Sylvester put his belongings on the floor when the man shouted at him, “Don’t put your things here! Put them in the kitchen!”
Sylvester stared at him and turned to look at his mother who was getting impatient and said, “Do what you are told. You will sleep in the hall.”
Sylvester put his bag in the kitchen and wanted to take a shower when the man shouted at him, “Don’t waste water! You can only bathe once a day, think carefully when you want to take your bath!”
Sylvester mother argued back, “Just shut up! Don’t keep shouting! I am going for my mahjong later! You better stop shouting or my money god will be scared off by your shouts!”
Sylvester took a deep breathe and sat at a corner in the kitchen, looking hopeless and glum.
Sylvester started working as a part time waiter in a disco and continued his studies in the day.
He would always dozed off in class and got huge scolding from the teachers who caught him dozing.
His GCE O levels were approaching and he had no intention to study.
But as a brooding good looking guy, Sylvester was the kind of fatal attraction that pubescent girls like.
Because of his good looks and street wise attitude, female classmates would always passed him school notes to read and catch up.
He would either put them aside or at times, flirt with the cute classmates.
He changed 8 girlfriends in that year and flunked his O levels. He decided not to continue his studies and worked in the disco full time till he was called up for national service.
Being combat fit, he was posted to an active unit as a combat driver.
The kind of company he mixed with, were either AWOLees or drug addicts who got in and out of detention barracks like a second home.
He AWOLed twice during his service and was sent to detention barracks and when he finally ORDed more than 2 years later, he again came to a crossroad as what he can contribute to the society.
His mother had left that man and married another man and they had children of their own.
Sylvester’s mother refused to take him in, fearing that he might be a bad influence to her kids.
With no choice, Sylvester went to his father, who had also remarried and was a total stranger to him.
His step mother objected vehemently to him staying with them, in front of him that day when he was at their door steps.
But he was relieved when his father insisted that he stayed with them.
He slept in the hall but his freedom was controlled by his step mother, especially he had decided to go back to the night spots to work.
At times, he just did not want to go home to face the fierce stares from his step mother and would bunk in with his colleagues.
Then one day, he decided to move out from his father and rent a room with a colleague.
They were enjoying themselves tremendously, drinking at their own pleasure after work, slept through the day and took drugs together.
Sylvester got addicted to hardcore drugs and would always craved for more regardless if he could afford them.
He started stealing at the workplace and was found out. The manager threatened to report him to the police but a female patron intercepted for Sylvester and offered to pay back all stolen money.
Sylvester was grateful to the girl and promised her to turn over a new leaf and they stayed together.
The girl was 5 years older than Sylvester and worked as a hostess in a nightclub.
She was supporting Sylvester for a year when both of them started quarrelling over the nature of her job and her on Sylvester not willing to go look for jobs.
She would slap Sylvester when the argument got heated, and there were scars left on Sylvester rugged manly face.
They broke off when Sylvester turned 21 and Sylvester felt lost without the financial support.
He got back to his wayward friends and started working as a runner for a bookie.
The aunties always loved talking to him and get fresh with him, Sylvester would never reject their advances and at times requested for cash in return for his “hard work”.
He got back to his old habits and started gambling and taking drugs.
He started to have gay sex when he didn’t have money to pay for his drug and gamble debts and had to use his muscular body for payment in return.
He did not get too used to the penetration at the very beginning but soon got used to it under the influence of drugs.
He made use of his own body to satisfy his urge for drugs. He also sold his body to both genders to earn more money.
At age 22, he was diagnosed to have contacted sexual diseases and was put under medication to control his condition.
He was approaching for self destruction but continued to live with sex and drugs.
Then one day, he passed out from drug overdose and was sent to hospital by his room mate.
To be continued...
Redemption is written by Covantai, who enjoys writing short stories yet having difficulties finding an avenue to post his entries. For more of Covantai, please visit http://covantai.blogspot.com/
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