Like Droplets We Fall

Part Three - The Boy Who Cried Wolf

The mahogany table would offer no shelter this time. The boy in the stripped pajamas hid under the table, his heart ringing in his chest. The continuous lib-dib threatening every awakening moment. Over the months, he had learnt to find solace under the wood. Under its hard polished surface. He had almost found comfort in the polish thay was used upon it surface. It became an object of security. The feral monster would come today. He knew he would. Sweat glistened across his 8 year old forehead. His mouth dry. The monster, just like other days would feed today, yet again. He would come to claim his prize. He told his parents time & time again : the beats feeds on him. He begged, pleaded, screamed for his parents to listen. To acknowledge the words pouring out of his mouth. But they didn't. They didnt believe the "lies" he had told. The fables they thought that he had created, was nothing but the truth. Oh, how he begged of his mother to protect him. To save him, like a proper mother would. To nuture him. To slaughter the beast, protecting her only babe. But she didnt. She brought him into this world for nothing. Still under the table, the boy folded his lean legs, wriggling his toes, trying to get some blood flow. His ears were covered by the drumming of his heart. His breathing quickened and he slapped a palm against it, trying to save himself. To protect himself from the beast. And he knew, just knew, today the beast will feed. And by the looks of it he was right. Those black boots circled around the room, looking for the boy. The beasts boots. The boy closed his eyes, tears sticking to his lashes. And then the beast whistled. He whistled an eerie, spin-chilling tune that made the boy scared to his very core. Step, by step the boots faced the boy before he knew it. The beats flung the table across the room , gripping the boy by his shoulders. The beast carried him to his den and flung him on the bed. The boy began pleading & screaming & wailing at the top of his lungs. The beast just laughed. Laughed at the boy's stupidity. And the boy knew this time, he would also not be spared. The monster began tearing ay the boys clothes, ripping the stripes of his pajamas to shreds. The boy screamed and cried and .... The beast undressed his own clothes , flipped the boy over and began the feeding. The boy struggled under his weight, squirming his bony hands, but the beast pinned him down. The boy wriggled his entire body, moving like an earthworm but to no avail. The boy stopped his squirming mid-way when 5 words were whispered into his ears, that would change his life forever : "stop moving, it's already in." And the boy did. Stop moving. He layed there as the beast fed & fed & fed. He knew telling his parents would mean nothing. They would tell him there was no beast. That he was creating false stories & lieing. That the wolf was incapable of such violence. So he remained quiet. Sealed his mouth shut. No one liked the boy who cried wolf. No one believed him until it was too late. And for that he'd never forgive his parents, never let them touch his or show him affection. They allowed the beast to consume him. When the beast left, it took a piece of the boy with him. And for that, the boy would never be the same. Never. And the beast? He was none other than the boy's uncle. That fed off of him day after day....

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Whew! So this incident occured when the boy was 8 years old. Please keep in mind that he is now 23 years old. This traumatic experience has tainted his life making him incapable of showing affection. Thousands of people become victims to rape every year. Every minute a victim of rape is unable to voice their opinion. Please Vote, Comment & Share ♡