Journey Through Hell

Chapter 4 -Father

When one has not had a good father, one must create one. Friedrich Nietzsche

The demon who claimed to be my father was smashing around the house.

"COME HERE AND GIVE YOUR FATHER A HUG!!" The giant demon shouted angrily, his black hands reaching for me once more. I moved away despite the closed space. I somehow calculated a marginal error to dodge his movements in order to regain some safe distance.

"HOW DARE YOU! I AM YOUR FATHER!" He continued on and tried to smash me with his open hand.

My fear quickly turned to annoyance and then I said.

"Fuck this, I am out of here!" I ran straight through the corridor while the colossal demon was smashing more of the roof and the upper portions of the house.

"ALI! GET BACK HERE, YOU FUCKING CUNT! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" The demon continued his ranting and raving while smashing more and more of the roof to catch up to me.

I kept running and running, not so sure about what to do next. All I knew was, I really needed to stay away from that mother fucking demon.

Just then, a black hand nearly swiped me on my left side while I was sprinting for my life. I ducked as the black hand shoved and crashed part of the corridor, reducing it to smithereens. I looked back at the demon to 'see' if he was really my father. We made eye contact but there was no link nor was there any connection.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT, YOU STUPID FUCKER?" The demon growled while trying to hit me with his fist. I dodged it rather predictably. As soon as his fist lifted from the floor, there were shiny remnants of white light, just beyond the distance there was some kind of a door made of light. However, that vanished all of the sudden.

I knew what I had to do, this is going to be very tricky to get to that door and escape from this demon.

"AAAARRRGGHHH!!!!" the demon raised his fist once more and I braced myself for impact. He tried to smash me where I was standing but I instantly moved away by calculating the margin of error and then waiting for the remnants of light to appear again.

A speck of light brushed through my face and then a memory flashed in my mind.

Everything seemed bigger to me in this memory. The tables, chairs, the red carpet were stretched beyond my scope of vision and there were adults looming around in the scene. There were Mother, Father and some other guest, that I didn't seem to know at the time, having a discussion in the dining table. I felt the unbearable cold floor as my bare feet was humbly waiting for me to move but I stayed frozen on the spot.

It was a very loud kind of discussion but it was all just rapid murmuring and lips moving out of sync. I couldn't fathom the noise as the 'guest' seemed to be speaking or murmuring more often than Mother and Father.

Father saw me standing there as if it was instinctive of him to notice his child. He swiftly got up from the chair, strode towards me and picked me up with his elephant arms. He carried me back to the adult conversation. Somehow, everything slowed down and I listened intently to every word uttered by them.

"...So, as you can see that this is absolutely necessary to include the senior partners into your generous firm... " The guest continued speaking to Mother. He looked like an elderly chap with wide eyes and energetic attitude. He wore a green beige suit and a black tie. Every time he spoke, his hands were moving about excitedly and the table shook to match his enthusiasm. However, my parents did not reciprocate the emotion and the idea.

"Mr. Faheed, this seems rather nice but why come to us with this 'magnanimous' offer? What is in it for you?" My mother asked in her business tone and her demeanor showed absolutely no interest in partaking in the conversation.