You expect too much from me...
I swear I'm trying my best to comprehend but everytime I look, it always seems like we have different upbringings and you are standing where I should be, not the other way round.
I used to watch my mother get beaten to pulp by the one she claims he loved her and her too. If she doesn't shine his working shoes before morning, he hits her real good and if she shines it before morning and he can't see his reflection, he makes beautiful sketches on her with his belt.
One Sunday afternoon after service, I decided to intervene. The madness had to stop I thought and to my horror he turned his wrath on me, that was my first time having to feel the brute force behind his belt.
To everyone outside, he was a good man. He was an outstanding officer of the law, who was always uplifting the Motto of the Force.
My mother broke a flower vase on his head to protect me. He lashed back at her and just like that, she was gone from this earth.
And like the genius hypocrite and coward he is, he prepared everything, feeding everyone lies of her slumping and dying right there in the kitchen.
I was just twelve, you know. Scared and alone. Locked up for a week in my room with a tape over my mouth.Those seven days were the scariest of my life.
And I try so hard to move from the memories of those days but always find myself falling back into the abyss of memories every time you raise your voice at me.
As I grew, all I could ever think about was wanting my father to pay for what he did.
I studied hard for years and it paid off when all I could hear was the applause of the whole people as the award of the best student in the academy was presented to me with a work appointment in the university.
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And here you are, trying your best to be a monster after being raised by a Man of God and a pretty woman with a kind heart. Surrounded by kisses and hugs all through your life.
Today everything will be over my dear.
It's retribution, try not to take it to heart my love…
It is a promise I took to clear my path of anyone with potentials of becoming a monster the very day I neatly skinned my very own FATHER'S face alive after four good years of studying Anatomy before setting the house ablaze.
His screams were music to my ears and now yours will be even better because it's retribution not a revenge like his.
"Your punishment for laying a finger on my too delicate skin," she said in a low but sweet melodious voice as she placed the cold steel scalpel on his cheek.
His muffled plea could be heard from behind the tape.
"Today you'll know how good of a dissecting instructor I am." Her laughter and his scream echoed throughout the room.
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