Father Pleaaseee!

CHAPTER 3 FIRST TIME ON YOUR BED!!

ADEN

** 'come on shoot Aden shoot. We don't have much time. Either you kill that man or your brother falls. So who is to going to be?' I stared at my stepdad and wondered what to do. Since his arrival life has been benevolent to us. Taking his life would be the greatest mistake to ever commit. He is the only one standing between me and my wretched uncle- dad's brother.

Dad-no that sperm donor was nothing short of a monster. He was a drunkard and a womanizer. A perfect combination for a failure. Truth be told I don't know what mum saw in him but then again it wasn't a marriage that she consented to. Her adopted parents having taken her in just for the monthly government allowance sold her off for more money as soon as she was of age. She went from a filthy home to held double ganger. Father treated her like Merchandise. Since he bought her he felt the need to tame her as if she was an animal. Having married into a family of gangsters mum had no voice. She couldn't seek help and anyway, no one would offer it. Not that the people don't suspect what was going on it's just that they felt powerless and crossing their line would mean joining the misery. They had families and loved ones to protect and so turned the heads to what was going on.

Being a drunk he was constantly in debt but his elder brother, having a soft spot for him always bailed him out. To him, he was capable of no wrong. Anyway, he was the same flock as his family one can only expect so much from him. He was just a little better. If his family's souls were deemed black then his was navy blue. Every night dad would come home drunk having fought at the bar and let it all out on mum. Blaming her for everything that went wrong in his life. He would constantly hit her and rape her. It didn't matter to him whether she was willing or not.

When I was born mum things were a little better. For a while, she was pampered. At the age of ten, dad and uncle would often take me with them when they were punishing people who they considered wrong. They claimed as the blood I should carry the 'pride' of the linage. The more brutal I was the better. Good thing that when they weren't watching mum always taught me the right morals – humanity. This though, came at a price. Dad and his family were furious and accused mum of cheating on their son. They claimed no blood of theirs could be that soft.

Mum and I were kicked out of the house after being heated to a pulp for refusing to admit what they thought was true. We lived in the streets for about a month before we heard of father's death and I swear I didn't remember when last I was that happy. Even today I might be a changed man but there is one line in my prayer that I've remained true to – may my dad's soul rest in hell.

Uncle started looking for us after then having spread rumors around that we used witchcraft to kill dad. I knew better though. He just wanted me back. Not being young anymore and having lived carelessly he knew in no time he will be joining his brother. By then their parents left alone and old would most likely be attacked and killed by the people to seek justice. See uncle has never had kids of his own. He had put all his strength into taking care of the family. That's why among all, he had the hardest time dealing with the reality of the demise of their family tyranny.

Mum and I resorted to living in the dirtiest streets eating from garbage where we knew uncle would never think to check. That where Aaron and I met. He was fending for his family though I have never met them and I was fending for mum. As time went by we heard of their deaths one by one until only one uncle was left. We met my stepdad after three years of living in the streets. By then the filthy sewage under the bridge felt like heaven. At least they provided a roof over our heads when it was raining. Nice and all sorts of bugs became family. Anyway, on our usual hunt for food in the garbage, we found his body dumped and covered in dirt. Seeing that he was barely alive no one wanted to help out. Having gone through a similar ordeal we took it upon ourselves to ensure his survival. We had no money to take him to the hospital. However, our past came in handy. His knife wound wasn't that deep but was badly infected. I used fire to sterilize the pocket knife that I always carry with me and sealed his wound. It was damn painful but effective. Besides, that was how dad treated mum after abusing her to make sure she lived long enough to be his punching bag.