I came from the world only to see my ill-tempered father drinking again. He keeps doing it every day, despite knowing the demerits. I kept quiet and didn't protest his drinking. Last time he had hit my sister.
It was miserable. Even if we don't do anything he would still beat us up.
"YOU PIECE OF SHIT." I heard my father yelled and the sound of glass shattering followed my sister's scream. I ran to the living room watching my sister on the floor and around her the glass of the side table shattered. I ran to her aid but my father stopped me.
"GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM" he yelled again. Being the submissive I had to listen. But my body argued with my mind. I looked at my sister's broken figure. She gave me a sad smile face soaked in her tears with a nod. My eyes watered, biting my lips and clutching my fists I head to my room as the sound of trashing and screams started again.
I have had enough.........
"FATHER NO STOP".
"Did you just order me?" he said as I bit my lips I looked over at my sister. She shook her head in disbelieve. She mouthed an 'apologize now'. I shook my head. Why do we get to suffer? This drunken bastard that I'm ashamed to call my father killed our mom as an 'accident'.
I hate him.
I despise him.
Because of him my mother's last days were horrible. She had suffered more than any of us. She was hurt. She was broken. Did it hurt? Was it painful? Of course it was. It was badly painful I know. But my mom smiled when her last breaths fell.
I closed my eyes and imagined her smiled. I smiled.
Then an ugly roar came from the person I hated the most as pain exploded in my chest. My vision came dark by the second until I couldn't see at all.
