Prologue
Ten years ago
I tighten my hold on my knees as hot tears travel down my face. My heart beats rapidly against my chest at a very high rate,it seems it wants to come out of my chest.
Cold shivers run down my spine and fear,pain and anger wash over me .....fiercely....mercilessly. I shake uncontrollably and my mind goes haywire at the sound of slaps and insults from the bedroom next to mine.....my parent's bedroom.
I'm scared. I'm so scared.
I hear shouts and insults being exchanged between two angry souls . One filled outrageously with anger . A beast . A vile beast ready to kill and tear apart ,destroying every single thing that comes it's way. It doesn't mind who you are.
It just kills. It only destroys .Ruthless.
The other soft and tender ,sobbing uncontrollably. A lioness protecting its progeny from the vile beast. Receiving the whips, beatings and insults but still staying strong.
Although the pain is excruciating,she needs to be strong and protect her baby.
She has to sacrifice her soft ,ivory skin for her baby. Her beautiful heart which has been broken into a thousand pieces and more to be , her job,her friends ,her family .......all of that just for her baby.....just for ....me.
My dad whom I call the vile beast is a man who likes drinking. He can be cool when he is in his right sense of judgement . He is the best father in the world and the most caring father who would go to the greatest heights to ensure the safety of his family. He is ready to fight anyone who comes between him and his family..anyone who tries to put the peace and safety of his family into jeorpady. He won't spare anyone. He is the committed worker who makes sure he is regular to work and punctual too. He makes sure he carries out his duties as expected of him. He is the loving neighbour who keeps everyone's interest at heart. Trying his possible best that everyone is comfortable and happy in the neighbourhood. He is that caring father who would always carry me in his lap after work and stroke my dark brown hair and ask me softly how my day was. He would buy me my favourite ice cream and walk me to the nearby toy shop and let me choose just any toy I want. He would carry me on his shoulder and tell me I'm his world then I would kiss him on the cheek and we would walk back home without a care in this world but then after a few shots of whiskey everything changes. It's like the whole world is playing on negative.
The man who would go to great heights to ensure the peace of his harmony destroys that same peace he had built the day ago. He would crumble the peace like a piece of paper and burn it in hungry flames.
The man who is ready to fight anyone who dares to come between his family and him is the same man who would fight his wife and beat his daughter mercilessly. A man who can't keep his vows. A man who would protect the peace and security of his family is the same man wgo would put the peace and safety of his family in jeorpady. Killing every last hope we all had in him. How would he spare the perpetrators if he himself is the culprit.
The committed worker who is regular and punctual now sees his office as a prison...a bondage which he has to escape from.
The caring neighbour who made it a priority to make sure everyone is comfortable and safe scares these people with his loud shouts and the strong smell of alcohol on his body.
That caring father who would put me on his lap and buy me my favourite ice cream is the same man who beats me up severely like an enemy. He would get angry at my slightest mistake and shout at me. He would beat mum up inflicting pains and marks which cannot be wiped..incurable. Reminders of his ruthlessness shall always be on my body. Littered everywhere...where the belt landed on my skin or where his hard,solid hand touched my body.
I'm still sitting in the same position for as long as I can remember. My whole body is on autopilot now. I can't move . I can't control my own body. I'm weak now from the cries. My ears are hurting from the shouts.
Then it starts, several thoughts rhn through my head . I'm alone,locked in my room,hugging my knees tightly like my life depends in it.
"God please help mum". I say a silent prayer whiles looking up to the heavens where mum told me God lives with his angels protecting me from up there .
The noise becomes unbearable and I start screaming. My body shakes violently as my screams become louder and louder as if I'm being powered by an imaginary force. My head starts spinning and the tears continue to flood my face. My temperature rises quickly and everything becomes blur and my screams die down. J can't see anything clearly anymore but then I can make out two figures.
A man and a woman
The woman kneels down and cups my cheeks whiles the man stands still with a strange look on his face.....guilt.
The woman's face is bloodstained and there are purple marks on her cheek and neck and a deep cut on her lower lip. Her brown hair is in a mess and her eyes are swollen from too much crying.
"mum".
Thats all i remember before I black out
