Short Stories

Sacred Mystery

     “Nique, you are nothing but a trash! Is this all you can do? Why don’t you become like your brother!” yelled his father—Mr. Quen Ferrer. “Sir, I already did my best and that grade is all I can reach,” said Nique in a low tone and respectful manner toward his strictly father. All of a sudden, he felt a hard blow of punches in his face, it’s from his brutal father’s fist. Nique can’t protest or raise his voice to beg from his father to stop, for the reason that the more Nique protest from those punches, the higher the chances that Mr. Quen might kill him without blinking and no guilt. Nique Ferrer is already in his teen years, but he is weak. He can’t even protect his self from this family. His brother and mother doesn’t even care what will happen to him. They are just there, elegantly sitting and happily watching his suffering. In Nique’s mind, he is wondering. Does he belong in this family? Is he their son? Why does this family of his are so brutal towards him? What have he done to them that make him their battered son. He isn’t a black sheep in their family. So many questions are running in Nique’s mind. Suddenly, the punches stopped and heard Mr. Quen saying angrily, “Do well in your school bastard! Don’t embarrass me or else the next time you can’t reach the grade like your older brother, I will kill you. Mark my words inside that empty brain of yours.” Splattered bloods on the cold marble floor and red stains from his whitely uniform, Nique bravely and firmly tried to stand. “Yes, Sir. I will. I’m truly sorry,” said he and walk towards the door and got out on that hell office of Mr. Quen. Maybe you are wandering, why does Nique call his father—Sir rather than a father, for the reason that it is a sign of respect for Mr. Quen.

     After Nique showered and do all the stuffs that’s need to be done. His head turned to the veranda of his room. He walks towards it and suddenly stared up in the dark twinkling sky with the moon shining amidst the darkness. Wondering in wander. Heaved a deep sigh and he felt the cold breeze. Life is so unfair. Life is also death. “I am already tired,” Nique stated. Inside his head, loneliness crept on him and the only solution he can think is to stop his suffering from the hands of his beloved family. Death. Deep inside his heart, Nique is afraid to do it. Both his mind and heart is opposing to each other. If his mind is screaming “death” his heart is convincing him to “live”. What is outside there to live? What else is left for him? Nothing. The truth, there is. There is something to live, there is something that is left for him. He closed his eyes well and there it is. Undropped tears now streaming down from his blue mysterious orbs. Abruptly, Nique opened his eyes and thought that he need to escape from this house—a cage and hell house, it’s not home. He went inside, opened his closet and hurriedly pack his clothes and things that are essential. Wearing his pair of shoes, white shirt and jeans, he quickly got out of his room. The house lights are off, so all he could do is silently escape unscathed and run away from them, away from the house, away from the cage and hell. After that he will be free. Free. A smile formed unto his pinkish lips. Before he abandons this house of the Ferrer, he leisurely pace towards the door of his mother and father. There he saw his father and mother, sleeping peacefully. Quietly, Nique ran near the closet of his father and get the thing that Mr. Quen is hiding throughout the years. Without noise, he successfully slit the throat of his beloved father. Blood is all he can see. He loves the smell of Mr. Quen’s blood. Nique also split open his father’s body to get those organs, his heart and all the organs you can see on one person’s body. Next, he turned to his mother, she is still sleeping beautifully. Nique ran his slender hands on his mother’s gorgeous face, he loves his mother, so dearly. “Looks like she is enjoying my caress on her,” said Nique. Since, his father is already dead, this is his time to wake up his mother and so he did. Mrs. Nira Ferrer opened her eyes, smiling but when she saw her son, she is ready to scream but before that, Nique already shut her mouth by his hands. He told her mother that if she screams, she won’t be able to taste real heaven and that made her cry, because she knows what does her son mean. “Breathtakingly gorgeous,” she heard Nique said. She is now sobbing, her body weakened, all she can say is, “I beg, please, stop.” Nique laughingly hush her and said sternly, “When I was the one who was begging you to stop that bastard father of mine. Did you do something? None, so now, let me do this one to you and hear you begging, dearly mother.” Nique raped her mother, over and over until he became bored and started to slit his mother’s throat and cut her into pieces. He is satisfied. There is one more person. Nique hurriedly goes to his brother’s room—Que Ferrer. Oh his insolent brother know nothing that something already happened to their mother and father. Poor boy. Now, he is next on the list. Without noise, Nique strikingly banged Que’s head with a hammer, many times over. He dragged Que’s body in his room and started to pour gas and light up the match. He smiled creepily. Now, he can escape since the house is already being eaten by those big fires he created. Nique Ferrer is jumping happily and slowly walk away from the Ferrer’s house. He is finally free.

     It’s been five years since that day happened. The unexpected and most brutal that take place in their village. After those happenings in the house of the Ferrer’s, police started to investigate the first born of the Ferrer—Que Ferrer. Funny thing is people think that Que is the one behind those brutalities since he is the only one who survive and no one knows where he is now. Unknowingly, Que is already dead also, together with Mr. Quen and Mrs. Nira Ferrer. The one and only person who is surprisingly alive and kicking is Nique Ferrer—the second born son, the psycho Ferrer. Nique isn’t a psycho. The Nique Ferrer that you knew who killed the Ferrer’s is not the real Nique, he is the son of Mr. Quen, an illegitimate child of the Ferrer. The real Nique Ferrer is living away from the Ferrer, that night he really planned to escape and he successfully did. Before he ran away he saw someone, a shadow in his own room but all he could do is ran away, escape and never come back. So he stupidly turned his back from that house, without guilt and smiled. Free. The real Nique Ferrer is free. He knows that shadow person inside his room. “QN, the psycho, so you really decided to do it, that’s all on you now,” said the real Nique, grinning and smiling evilly. The both of them is free.

     What a story. I close my book and started packing my things to attend my afternoon classes. All of a sudden, someone bumped unto me. Holy moly, in front of me are two gorgeous men. They smiled but instead of having butterflies in my stomach or heart racing, I felt bone chilled, hair-raising. I started running in the hallway of the school toward my classroom.  I sat in my chair and heard my teacher in Literature that there are two transferees. The two men entered, all girls are silently screaming and boys boredly frowned. They introduce their name. The next thing I knew, I was stunned, shock and fear is written all over my face. Nique and QN Ferrer. “They are real.” I cursedly whispered. One thing that I’m only sure of—death is in our life, from this day on.