Just a Boy Toy

Demon

Her journey to hell started back years and years ago. Looks like she and we all even lost count of those horrendous abusive years she faced and endured. Maybe it commenced when we were not even born but all I can promise is the moment we opened our eyes to this world and began comprehending things we saw her in tears and showered with bruises sometimes even bludgeoned nearly to death. We used to listen to everything her bellowing in pain her screaming for help but were forced to ignore it or should I say coerced to stay silent. We were not aphasic or mute but forced to be one. What could we have even done? We were kids back then weak vulnerable kids who can't even protect themselves. The mornings used to be started in the sumptuous mansion which used to be our home between so-called high-class people who pretended to be a gentleman in front of the world. The best husband, the best father, and the best businessman who was kind-hearted used to do philanthropic works for poor and destitute people but only to show off in media and newspapers but inside the room, he was a demon which shuddered us to death.

For 20 years, she questioned herself what she had done so wrong? Why was it that her husband, whom she loved, beat her mercilessly? Why did he have multiple affairs, and why did none of his friends or family think it was wrong? How could a smart, bright, and educated woman like her suffer in silence?

"Please No!!! I won't do this mistake again. Don't punish me. It hurts!! It hurts!!"

Her maltreated and painful voices were reverberating in the mansion. Even sitting in the corner most room of the mansion we were able to listen to it. But still, we pretended to do our homework like nothing malicious is happening. I almost got used to it but him?? I can see that rage in his eyes the way he was murderously staring at the family photo dangled on the wall with those unshed tears in his red venomously rage-filled eyes. The way he was crumbling the page of his science book was terrifying me to death. Not for myself but for him.

The abuse gradually becomes intense. She was started to be isolated from the outer world. The abuse which at first used to be emotional started to get physical. Firstly it just used to be behind the doors until one-day demon slapped her very very hard and then gripped hold of her mouth and told her to shut up in front of us. We got lurked in the corner in fear when he started punching and kicking her in front of us. I was embracing him closely so he can't see anything and covered his ears with my hands so he can't listen to the vituperative words of the demon or her agonizing cries. I kissed his temples when I heard him crying in the hug and tried to accumulate all of him in my small hands. We kept sitting there in the corner skulked scared to death God knows for how much time even when it stopped and the demon left we kept sitting there like that and she was lying on the fancy Italian tiled floor lifelessly. I didn't know if she was dead or alive but then I noticed her fragile breath blowing the little dust from the floor. Yes, she was not dead because god thinks she didn't have enough suffering and deserves more for what crime god knows, because all I know and all I understand with my little childish mind she was a perfect mother and perfect women then what crime or sin she has committed to facing things like that.

I don't know why she hides those harrowing scars from the world through concealers and other beauty products. Why doesn't she let the world see what she was enduring? What was she scared of? Well, she never told me but I do understand she just wants to save him from the brutal world most specifically from the demon.

As years passed by, she started to give up. When God didn't show mercy at her she thinks of freeing herself and even tried to but failed even in that.

"What were you trying to do huh??  You wanted to show people how ruthless I am and how I treat you badly.  Today I am going to teach you a lesson that you will never forget in your whole life."