Encounter: Living in Danger

Prologue:

"Mom? Mom? Mom wake up dad is out we can escape now," little Prem tried to wake his mom up but gets no reply.

"Mommy? Please stand you've been lying there for three days now," his eyes becomes watery . He hates seeing his mom suffer.

"Mommy please wake up," he pleads between his sobs. "... mommy the blood on your head is dry you should take a bath now," he tries to pull his mother up but his seven year old hurt and bruised body can't support the weight of his mother.

"Okay mommy if you don't want to get up I'll just bring you food okay?" he got no response but still he run towards the kitchen to find any food.

He searched everywhere but all the cabinets and the fridge are empty. He tried to sneak in his father's room and found an opened sachet of cracker there. He picked it up and shake the cockroach off of the cracker.

"Hope you'll fill mommy's stomach," Prem smiled while looking at the only food he saw inside their house.

He walk towards the bathroom where his mom's body is lying, not moving for three days now. Prem doesn't know why she is like that but maybe she is just too tired.

"Mommy, here are some crackers left on dad's room. Do you want it?" he asked his mom but still no response.

"Mom, you can tell me if you don't want it. I'll look somewhere else," he waited for some minutes this thing is worrying Prem. He, also, didn't move.

"M-mom if you don't want it c- can I have this? Y- you know my stomach has been grumbling ever since yesterday," he smiled shyly in front of his unmoving mom.

"You know what mommy? You should really stand there. Dad has been keeping all the foods somewhere only he knows," he started telling stories to his sleeping mom. "... every time I try to ask some foods from him, he beat me. He keeps hurting me mom," his eyes watered remembering what he had gone through his dad's hand these past three days. "Mom... I know you don't like this but can we just leave dad?" he is sobbing now while looking at his bruises then to his mother's fresh and healed wounds. There is also a stab on his mother's side and of course a concussion on her head. "...mom let's----" his words stopped in mid-sentence when he heard a loud thug coming from the door.

"He's back!" Prem exclaimed inside his head.

He is now in panic. If his dad knew that he entered his room, he would beat him again until his dad is satisfied.

"Prem!" his dad's loud voice rang on all four corners of their house. "...Prem! You little piece of shit come here," he shouted as he tries to find his son. Prem immediately hid his crackers to his mom's pocket.

"Mommy save me. H- He might know I took away his food," Prem's voice is shaking. He is looking around to look for a place to hide. His body is trembling in fear.

"Prem I promise if I found you I'll beat the hell out of you," his father's voice is scary making Prem more tremble.

"Mommy where should I hide?" his voice is low afraid so that his father won't hear him but it is too late. Someone grabbed his hair from the back and pulled him out of his hiding place. His father kicked his mother's body lying on the floor before throwing him on the wall.

"I told you not to hide didn't I? What the hell is wrong with you brain you little dimwit?" his father hit him again and again. His punches lands in different parts of Prem's little body.

"D- dad I'm sorry. I won't do it again p- promise," he's feeling pain all over his body. He is trying to protect his head from his father's hits.

"You stupid boy! You should have answered when I called," it is non- sense no matter how much Prem thinks of it but it is a big deal for his father.

He kept on hurting Prem, throwing strong punches on his son's soft, fragile body. It is his way of taking all his stress away. He pulled Prem's hair once again and kicked his dead wife. There a a sachet of cracker appeared. He knew right there and then that Prem entered his room making him more mad. He took his belt from his pants and started to whip it to Prem. They boy is crying hard, he is having a hard time to breath but he didn't stop. He despise the kid. He never wanted him for he only brings bad luck on him. His wife fooled him in drinking pills and bear Prem. Another series of punches, whips and kicks were released before Prem lose his consciousness.

"Stupid kid! You can't even satisfy me when I'm hitting you," he said and kicked Prem on the jaw once more before leaving them.

Prem woke up feeling numb. He can't move a muscle the pain is over powering his body. Every parts of his body is throbbing from the abuse he experienced. He tried to stand but his limbs has no enough power to support his body. He kept on crying and asking the heaven why are these things happening to him. He looked around and saw his mother's corpse. He can't accept that she's gone.

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Okay, this story can be offensive to some but this is how my twisted mind planned. If you are not comfortable with the story I can pretty understand if you don't read this.

P.S. I was about to post this earlier but my laptop lagged.