Who owns the largest land?
Whenever we gain more power, we abuse it. Our life gets harsher, when we see all the darkness around us, we go back to our baser instincts and turn into animals. Evil people are created to be that way, without a reason, the world just creates an illusion to justify them. They hurt others because they simply enjoy it. No empathy or mercy.
Mercy in our world meansweakness.
Once I have gained all the power I need, I will let this world perish underneath my feet and build a beautiful house for Elsie, in a place far away from all the filth. I will keep her safe and sound in our home. I’m taking advantage of all the ways I can apply for an onboard college. My excuse of a high school won’t take me anywhere rather than prison.
My thoughts are interrupted by the sudden silence. The screaming, the loud thuds and slaps. All gone.
I press my ears to the door, trying to figure out what happened. I can’t hear anything but subtle thrashing. I reach slowly and open the attic door, popping my head out, the lights downstairs are on.
I climb down the wooden ladder, stepping carefully as the floor creaks when I reach down. An eerie feeling filling my guts, but I can’t help the hint of hope that they vanished into thin air.
I step forward, my heart beating rapidly in my chest as I press my hand onto the stairs unsteady railing. A thud sounds on the ground rapidly as I step downstairs. My eyes widen when I see the scene unfolding in front of me. My father is straddling my mother’s frail body, his thighs on either side of her hips with his hands wrapped around her throat. The veins on his hands almost erupt from his tight grip as he presses on her windpipe. His lips are curled up in a snarl, teeth grinding and foaming as she looks up at him in shock. Her nails scratching over his arms and hands, slapping, pushing up his chin as her mouth hangs open in a silent protest.
He is choking her to death.
My heart stops as I stare at them, their eyes are hollow of life yet filled with anger towards their destiny. He raises her head then slam her back down to the floor, I can hear her skull cracking. He repeats it again and again. His eyes dissociated with anger and hatred. My body refuses to move, confused on what I should do. Let her die in his hands and have one less burden to carry? Sit on the stairs and watch life disappear from her eyes till she is still? Let him kill her and carry the guilt as he numbs it with drugs?
Options.
Options.
She gasps as her thrashing intensifies, legs raise as she kicks into the air and he grunts pressing further onto her life source.
If she is dead, my father would find no one else but me to torment further and take out his anger on. But also, I want her to pay for every single time she made me feel guilty for my existence. She needs to bear the consequences of their actions. Her eyelids flutter close as her hands slowly fall off his face that she painted with scratches.
I make up my mind, rushing to a nearby table as I hold the filled ash glass tray and stand before him. “Let her go.” My voice firm as his gaze turned to me. “Go back to your room, boy.”
I step forward, my hand tightening until my knuckles turn white with how he snarls the word ‘boy’ as if I’m a piece of shit on the ground. My height has given me confidence over the years, puberty has been working in my favor when I walk past the guys at school and I’m taller than most of them. Mom looks at me with despair as for the first time she gazes at me as if I mean anything to her.
“P-please.”
Her plea triggers my mind, seeing myself lying on the muddy ground, looking up at the officer as he kicks me in the stomach.
“Can you please help me find my glasses?”
Another vision unfolds in my mind, I lay on the ground taking punch after punch from my father as my mother sits on the couch smoking her cigarette not sparing us a glance.
“Please, no”
Begging.
And fucking begging.
And no onesparedme a break.
“Let. Her. Go.” I grit as anger wrenches my vision, not for her safety. But for my misery.
He scoffs, looking at me up and down, sparing me no mind as he turns his eyes away from me andkeeps choking her. Hedoesn’t see me as a threat, knowing he controls my mind and body. I’m nothing but a tool for him to use as he pleases.
A weak pathetic little boy.
I’m sick of everyone looking at me like I’m lesser than them. I deserve respect and Iwillbe respected. My hand flew with no hesitation, smashing the ash tray onto the side of his head. He cries out in pain as the glass shatters across the floor. My mother gasps in air as she hunches to the side, holding her neck.
My chest heaves as I look at my dad’s unconscious body and exhale, clearly out of my mind.
“Took you long enough.”
