Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

Martin 

“You never do anything right! All i ask for is a nice meal after i get home from work. I’m out here working my ass off all night so i can keep a roof over your head,and all i get is this sorry ass meal? What do you have to say for yourself? You know what? I don’t want to hear it!’ What follows His words are crashes and screams and i’m sorrys and please baby stops and i’ll do betters. 


They change into whimpers once mom knows He won’t listen. No matter what mom says he won’t stop. I know it, He knows it, she knows it. But nothing will change. After He’s done He’ll give her empty apologies “Oh i’m sorry baby, i’m just fed up from work”. Later on he’ll take her out and Mom will act as if the scars and bruises marking her body are invisible.

And i can’t do anything about it. Nothing. Sure i could tell my mom to leave Him, but like she will. To her- He represents protection. He represents a warm bed. He represents safety. She’s so terrified of being alone that she doesn't acknowledge that He’s the reason that her body and spirit aches. That He’s the reason her life is plagued with horror. That she flinches when anything moves, and that she cries anytime she much as forgets something, in fear of being punished.  She’s so blinded by  loneliness that she doesn’t remember that she has me. 


I guess i don’t matter that much.

After a while, i get tired of hearing my mother-and Him; so i leave. Hopefully i can escape this, even only for a little while. As soon as i step outside i realize that i shouldn’t have. The dust, it swirls around my feet, as though the earth was was so hot that it smothered. The street seemed distorted farther off. Like heat lines in the distance, similar to what you see through the glass door of a oven.  But it couldn’t have been possible, clouds covered the sky. The sun hiding behind them as if scared to come out. 


I contemplate going back inside, but it’s too late to do that now. The door is shut, and i know that opening it will mean going back to what i want to escape from-so i walk. Somewhere. No-where. Thinking of a way i could get Him to leave. I can’t talk to mom-no that won’t work-i’ve tried. I’ve tried talking sense into mom, tried talking about it. But ‘it was nothing i needed to worry about’,because apparently i’m just a kid. Just her little boy who still believes in monsters, and satna, and her.


But that's the only option i can think of- so i don’t think. I walk, and i walk, and i walk; my feet dragging me to a place neither of us know. I walk, not thinking, so i don’t see the baseball flying towards me.