The Son of Tyrants, Part Ii

Reporters swarmed, the rabid jackals, around my house they made a big crowd, even harassed my poor old mother to the point she could barely go out. I growled loud at more than a few, got one locked up for trespassing, thankfully they found other nonsense and the frenzy wasn’t long-lasting. But the damage had truly been done, the internet will never forget, I was practically a murderer, commenters publicly wished me dead. My love life soon faded to nothing, barely went on two dates in three years, more than one time, I'm ashamed to say, I wondered why I remained here? With people just judging by the group, and my ‘group’ was my family ties, condemned for things that I never did, forever doomed to be despised. Until one spring day this Christian girl saw my profile and then swiped right. I didn’t have high expectations, but decided to go out that night. Her name was Ester, when I saw her I decided then on a new play, told her about me, all right upfront, then waited for what she would say. She just smiled back, a knowing grin, said,”I knew who you were from the start. Had worries at first, then I recalled the memories that plague my own heart. “You see my father is a bad man, used his fists and caused me to despair, beat up my mother so very bad she is forever bound to a chair. “He is in jail now, for forty years, but I am not to blame for his sins. So who was I to disparage you? I have no idea what lies within. “No one should ever be held to blame for something that's beyond their control. I’m not my dad, and you’re no tyrant, what you are I’d like to get to know.” For the first time in so many months I felt new hope spring up in my mind. I’m Ester’s husband, seven years on, no finer woman can you find. We have two kids, a suburban house, a big one with a three-car garage, when media comes, I let her loose, they go scurrying from the barrage. I no longer worry all that much about what other people say, I am no killer, just a father, so let the useless talking heads bray. They all just see my evil grandpa, and never truly will understand, maybe I was born son of tyrants, but I myself am a good man. …and they will not take that from me.