A PROMISED WISH

CH 3

When the mother opened the door, she was shocked and a bit scared, because of the person standing infront her.

"Where's he?" he asked in an angry tone.

"He's inside, wait where are-" she stopped when he pushed himself into the house.

There he saw his son, sitting in the middle of living room. A wide smile on his face. That made his smile fade and made his blood boil. He was angry. He believed that his wife died because of the birth of his son.

He hated it when he smiles.

He saw his father ragging towards him. He exactly knew the consequences when he decided to stay at his friend's house in the first place. So he was not surprised.

He stood up and went towards his friend's parents and hugged them. "Thanks for the dinner mom, thanks for gifts dad. I love you guys" he said. His father came and took his tiny little hands harshly.

"See you tomorrow, thanks" he shouted at his friend and smiled.

His father were dragging him. It was raining cats and dogs. His father was cursing at him. "Why did you go there?" His father shouted at him. He decided not to talk, not to utter a single word.

That made his father turned into a monster.

His father slapped him in the middle of the road. He slapped so hard that it leaves a mark.

He pushed his son inside the house.

"How dare you staying out without my permission. You know what day is it? It's the day you killed your mother. You little piece of shit, you killed my wife" the last sentence barely came out.

He knew that he will get beaten up, and he was ready to face it.

He saw his father unbuckling his leather belt.

–whip whip whip–

He felt tears. But he didn't make a single sound.

That made his father lost his mind. He went straight to the kitchen. He came back with a knife.

His father stood in front of him, playing with the knife. He was scared. He backed up until his back collided with the wall.

"Scared aren't you? You know something. This knife is blunt. But with a strong force, I'm sure it will definitely pierce through your skin.
It will give you so much pain. The pain that I went through all these years. You're gonna die. You know what's the best part? I'll be the reason" his father said as he crouched down.

"Fa-father. It's not my fault. I never killed Mom. It was- aaaaaah" he screamed as he felt the blunt knife slowly piercing through his thigh. The blood was oozing out.

His father was grinning. He was happy to hear him scream. He wanted more. So his father started stabbing again and again.

He stabbed in his son's right thigh and dragged the knife downwards. He stabbed him in various places. Blood covered the floor.

"I'll end your life right here" with that he he cutted his mouth from right to left.

His mouth was hanging.

Slowly and slowly, his screams faded.

He never expected that his death day will be his birthday.

He didn't expected that those were the last candles that he will ever blow.

He didn't knew that, he will spend his last day on earth with his important people in his life.

His dreams were crushed, by his own father.

He knew that his birth mother loved him more than anything else, it's just his father never tried to understand it.

His death was painful but his death day wasn't.

On that day,

A pure little heart stopped beating.