Utalte Had

Ridley Wilson Davidson was a shy boy who lived in the western parts a Denmark. He lived with his mother, father, brother, and sister, and was the middle child of the three siblings. His brother, Hugh, was strong and well built. He was his parent's pride and joy. His sister's name was Gloriana. She was a beautiful maiden who was at the prime of her life. She was dearly loved by her parents and loved life.

But, Ridley was not so fortunate. A cripple and an imbecile, Ridley disappointed his parents, especially his father, with every step he took. He was scolded and beaten constantly, most of the times for things he did not do. Every night, he silently cried himself to sleep.

His father and mother at least trusted him enough to make a couple of dishes for supper. So, that is what he was doing on that cold, snowy night.

"My, my, it was hot today! I hope your skin didn't burn off, because that sun was scorching!," said the man on the radio. Ridley clicked it off and returned to making the yams.

Loud footsteps clacked on the stairs as Hugh then appeared in the kitchen. "What's that smell?" He asked, "It smells like the racoon I just shot out back."

Ridley said nothing and continued preparing the food, he'd grown used to Hugh's remarks and had learned to zone them out.

"Oh, come on! Not going to answer?" Hugh said with a grin, "Cat got your tongue?"

Ridley clenched his fists and slammed them against the countertop. Hugh was pushing it this time, he really wanted to get under his brother's skin. Ridley knew this, but still, he couldn't keep his emotions in check.

"I know you want to say something, just spit it out!" Hugh said, still grinning. Ridley grabbed the nearest plate and threw it as hard as he could at Hugh's head, but, fortunately for Hugh, he ducked right in time and it flew over his head and crashed in the room behind him, resulting in it breaking into hundreds of pieces.

"What was that!" Came a deep and strong voice from an unseen room the stairs. Then, heavy footsteps approached them rapidly, which caused Ridley to tremble in fear.

Suddenly, a large man with a sleek black beard and piercing blue eyes appeared from a doorway and saw the broken plate on the floor. "Ridley! What have you done!" Their father shouted.

Hugh, trying to play the victim, explained, "I was only coming in to see if supper would be done soon when he chucked a plate at my head! I could have been killed!"

Their father's face grew as red as blood as he stomped towards Ridley, ready to beat him. The frail boy cowered, trying to stay away from his father, but the resistance was futile as his father picked him up and carried him out back and threw him on the ground.

Then, too teach him a lesson, Ridley's father threw punches at his son's weak body. On and on he continued until every bone on Ridley's body was bruised and battered and blood gushed all over him and the ground.

"If you ever try to kill Hugh again, I'll make sure that your bones aren't just bruised, I'll make sure that they're crushed," said his father, who then proceeded to spit on him, "Now go clean up and finish making supper. I don't want blood in my food, you hear me?"

Ridley managed to nod his head. His father didn't say anything else, but walked back inside, slamming the screen door on the way in. Though aching in every part of his body, Ridley managed to stand up and go back inside as well. When he got in he could see Hugh chuckling as he watched him. He tried to ignore this though and just go clean up.

Ridley made his way up the stairs into the bathroom where his sister was. She had fair skin and stunning blue eyes, but a personality that the rats wouldn't even like.