Sons of Evil

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The patient we were looking for was found by my mother, who right after we got in she she fixed her eyes like an eagle on all those victims. Victims of government. The place looked awful, the smell very annoying and disgusting, and only one doctor could diagnose all. And everyone was running to the doctor to seek news for their family sick member. As we approached our concerned patient, we saw her aged husband bending his arm beside her bed. He had hearing problems, and he would continuously repeat the questions to Mrs. Kush and my mother to ask about his wife’s well-being. The tragic case is that he went blind for a heavy while of time in his life. He also was too disturbed by this unusual place, and the the dirty air he had to inhale. We put down the things we brought for her next to the old man’s feet, and came closer to her for a brief check on her. As mentioned, the lady’s foot was broken, but could still talk or even sometimes tease on me as she used to, even though she was in a terrible condition. I once heard people say that whoever gets out alive of this hopital is a lucky man.
About an hour, the man’s broken voice affected us all with its pain, his ears were nearly mute, him being aloud was normally acceptable.
_ “Let’s go home!”
He was placed in the dark, unable to see reality, but he could definitely sense it; and what was even shocking is how bad he wanted to take her home for good even though he was aware of her must-do surgery on her broken foot, he unconsciously wished to go back to daily life.
We tried to get him home to rest but the man swore to not quit his seat without her, and there wasn’t even a place where he could stay with her; the hospital provided no extra beds or couch, and the floor was not suitable to sleep on. A disgrace. He took him back to his house after a long struggle of convincing him to come back the next day.
His body was like that of an injured soldier, he could barely move his feet to walk straight to take him to the car where we could drop him home.
Along the way, the man could not cease to talk about the misery of his life.
_ “Thief. Thief. Criminal!” he repeated aloud “he’s the cause!”
_ “You should send him somewhere to be well-educated” commented Mrs. Kush, knowing in details the background story.
“One year prison is not enough” she added.
The old man marked her words attentively and began to shake:
_ “Mrs. Kush?” he adressed to the woman facing the source of her voice.
_ “Yes sir”
_ “Who is the person sitting next to me?”.
I looked at the man then to my friend Alan who was secretly sitting on the left side door.
_ “He’s going to rob you” She pleasanted, then with a firm truth she replied pointing at my mother who was driving “It’s L-‘s son”
_ “He is my son” repeated my mother twice.
_ “Don’t worry, he is safe” reassured Mrs. Kush.
_ “How would I know that he is safe” he responded.
After a short silence, he spoke with authority:
_ “Listen” he said “there was a time when i got in an ambulance, and one of the men inside tried to check my pockets and i faced them straight forward, then when he tried i would say ‘you intend to rob me!’ and push him with all my power and anger even though i am very week due to my poor health. Even a hospital worker would scam you or fool you”
We all stayed mute, Alan tried to say something to me but i totally ignored him as i was too concern about the man.
The moment he got home, he screamed his son’s name, checking if he was there yet; not out of love, but out of fear: as he used to tell Mrs. Kush he would hit his parents hard and pour cold water on them to force them to give him everthing they have of money. And even when they don’t have any, he would kick them with no mercy to the point where they cry and suffer of physical pain; just like the case of his mother.
Alan and i stayed alone inside the vehicle, we talked about the man’s problem, focus mainly on the only available solution to this old couple. As i went to sit in the front seat to check on my mother and turned towards my friend keeping an eye on the man’s house.
_ “You surely know it’s all about the money, but it doesn’t work that easy” i spoke.
_ “Go straight to the point” he impatiently said.
_ “Well, not only does he steal their hard earned money, but even beat them for it” i explained “imagine that that blind father is getting hit day and night so that his filthy boy in his 20s would spend it in a irrational way; such as in drugs and prostitutes. Even more my friend, he threatens them by death, torture, his own fists!”.
Alan’s face was in complete mystery, his mouth wide open, unable to comprehend or accept the idea of this son’s savage behaviour.
“Plus, he broke his mother’s leg, kicked her while she was on the floor, until the ambulance came to save her life”.
How could someone get rid of such a life, filled with violence and money mice. Free of legal accusation, hidden evidence, and unjust consequences. When will this enduring war end that since forever began.