The shady vermin

Victim and Villain...

I wasn't as lucky as a lot of people , because from the moment I was born into this world as a Bastard ...my life was filled with hitches and glitches.I was raised by a single father who lost his most beloved person through the birth of his only son.Perhaps he never got over her, but there was this resentment and feeling of rejection I got...like "it's all your fault",aside the undeserved beatings I got.Even as my father was rich, my life wasn't short of a born and raised pauper with lack of affection.

When I was 17, my father died...and even though he wasn't so much a DAD figure, he was my father, a public figure that I looked up to and had faith in, to tear down the walls of resentment. But now he's gone..
My life suddenly became something else...aside the "Bastard" stain on my name and disdain from the society, my Father's brothers were all around me trying to squeeze and pinch wealth from me, and they succeeded in making me bankrupt...but they realised I was becoming a burden to them and the "bastard" name wasn't pleasing, so they had to find a way to send me away.So I was sent to a "friend" of my uncle in another state...and he was really nice to me and made sure I was doing great, But his wife despised me and every single thing about me. Since the husband was mostly out of town, I'd become the "house boy" and do every work, everyday, until his return.

So...one day I was doing my normal chores, and the lady of the house called on me, and I went to her...as I got to her room, I noticed her and her daughter in distress, as she pointed down (denoting that I sit on the floor). She explained how her daughter was frisky and got impregnated and would want me to take blame for it, to get better treatment in the house, for the fear of what her husband would do....my life could be at a turning point in so many ways...if I accepted or not....

To their surprise, I reluctantly rejected the offer, and left while she hurled curses and threats at me. I knew things would worsen for me but, I was used to it already, I was just ready to face whatever. When the husband came back, hell was unleashed on the house. He turned the house upside down  before he started investigation, his daughter kept refusing to talk, the man was getting enraged and throwing the blame at his wife as I watched. First I felt bad for not taking blame, but then seeing this woman helpless was the best I had felt in so long, the "bastard" in me was enjoying it.Realising how much the unrest of the house gave me joy, even as I was battling such mean thoughts by thinking about everyone's situation and the worst of outcomes, I was losing light in my heart, the desire of patience or any good departed my heart gradually as I came to conclusion that a "bastard" can't be so decent.

As the drama continued, I lived in peace, living my best life, reminiscing...how I impregnated the daughter of the house, it didn't seem nice then because of the guilt and shame. But now as I look nine Fridays back, as she came into the house late as usual from partying, intoxicated. She headed to her room, while I locked the front door and headed for my room also. Minutes later (to avoid suspicion), I made way to her room, gently opened the half-closed door and closed it behind me, as I moved towards her like a thief in the night. There she was on her bed, by her bed I stood, lustfully looking at her bosom as some darkness stirred my head, urge took over me. I approached her and placed my hand on her bosom, she immediately caught my hand with so much speed and alert, my heart skipped as I gasped. She silently chuckles as she whispered; "I thought you weren't coming today", and she pulled me into the bed.

We had intercourse anytime we had the chance to, anywhere, anyhow. I thought so much of the ecstasy, I didn't even realise when I chuckled out loud. I noticed that the mother of another bastard was present, she came to me and said to me as she gently rubbed her stomach: "we'll get through this together, and you'll be a great dad", then she walked out. "Great dad"?...am I...? Can I...?, I kept asking myself, was it what I wanted?, no. Another bastard?,To cause more mischief?,Or even kill me?, I had to do something before he's born, and just then, the idea to abort it hit me, by all means, this child must not be born. My operation to discard the child was on, but wasn't giving results. Everything I've tried has failed, and yes I pushed her like in the movies, where she'd fall and lose the child...that didn't work either. The frustration was taking over me, I got angry easily, lost patience and I was changing. So I thought to myself, "what is the end gain of all this...?", "where does it end?", and just then, the perfect idea hit me. I sighed, then stood up to the kitchen and picked up a santoku knife, and headed to the room where the girl and her abomination were, stealthily opened the door and entered.

There she was, sitting and smiling at me as if she was expecting me. She said: "just get on with it", as she stood up and walked up to me, I clenched my fist to the knife, looked her in the eyes and said: "I'm sorry...the vermin has to go". I took a deep breath, walked close to her, till I could feel her tensed breathing and her heart pound so fast. I used all the strength in my arm to swing the knife straight to my left lumbar region, then pulled it out again, ignoring the tremendous pain. She exclaimed as quickly put her hands on the stab area, then began to weep, as I slowly went on my knees. The pain, it was initially a hot piercing pain, then I started getting colder as I lost more blood. I could hear screams and cries, but everything was blurry and unclear as I was barely clinging to life, I held her hand tight and said: "I....."