"Didn't I tell you to never talk back to me!" she said while swinging several punches at him —her son, Abdallah—, as he stood there taking them all without fighting back.
As soon as she stopped hurting him, he went to the bathroom to wash off the blood and get ready for school.
Abdallah was your average Somalilander third-year high school student, but his life was more terrible than you could imagine.
As he was about to enter the school gates, a couple of classmates look at him and shout, "Hey, look! It's the pathetic nobody!". As he passes by them, he acts as if nothing happened and ignores them completely thinking, "I wish I weren't a student here".
He entered the classroom, and now several classes later, it's lunch break. As he was about to pull out his phone, he sees a big guy coming towards him.
"What have you got?" he asks arrogantly while ploughing through Abdallah's pockets.
"The only thing I've got is a lousy 500 shilling bill", he thought to himself while his pocket was being rummaged through.
"What's this? a measly 500 bill?!", he says while looking at him with anger and dissatisfaction, "I know you live in a fancy house."
"That's what I always get", he replied calmly.
The bully then took his head and smashed it into the wall while whispering, "don't forget to bring real money next time."
Without batting an eye or a single tear, he took out a cloth and wiped off the blood from his forehead.
As he sat down on his desk, a classmate walks towards him.
"I hope you're alright?", she asked with a worried look, "why don't you report him to the principal?"
He looks up and sees a dark hijabi with beautiful brown eyes.
"It's ok, I'll deal with it" he responds while putting on a plastic smile.
Little did she know that he went through something much worse on a daily basis.
The school day ended, and they headed back home. As he was about to enter his room, he heard the notification bell and saw that he received an email, "That's weird I never get any mail". He opened the mail, and it said;
"I don't have a history book, so I'll drop by to loan yours.
Lula "
The moment he saw the email and realised that it was from the classmate that was worried about him, he felt his heart drop as if he saw something terrifying.
"I can't let her come, she's got no idea what kinda person my mother is", he thought as he was shakingly typing as fast as he could to finish the mail before she could come.
DING DONG
"Wait she's already here?!"
He rushed to the door as fast as he could, he arrived and opened the door with, yet again a plastic smile.
"Hey, I got your mail", he said while looking at her with an unnatural cheerful smile.
"Yes, um-", she murmured when Abdallah's mother suddenly appeared and interrupted her.
"Oh! You must be one of Abdallah's classmates?", she said with a soothing voice.
Yes, ma'am", she — Lula — answered nervously while avoiding the mother's gaze, "My name is Lula."
She was too shy to even look the mother in the eye.
"Here's the book Lula!", he said as his hands were shaking, "Thank you for stopping by".
He then quickly closed the door and headed back inside. As he turned around, his mother took a right swing at him while yelling, "didn't I tell you to never bring anyone home!"
She then reached out and grabbed him by the neck and started strangling him.
He felt his lungs shrivelling up because of the lack of oxygen, every once of strength left his body. As he was about to faint, she let go.
As if nothing had happened he headed back to his room, he just lay there on his bed for hours and then at 10 PM something in him suddenly snapped.
"Life is what you make of it," he thought as he had a sadistic grin on his face.
He took a tuxedo and a hockey mask then he went to the basement where he saw — a gallon of kerosine, a machete and a box of matchsticks — he put down the tuxedo and hockey mask while picking up the other stuff.
He then started to close every window in the house.
"Well, we can't let the neighbours hear a pig squealing", he thought to himself as he was cackling with a sinister grin.
He then entered his mother's room,
"Peekaboo bitch!" he shouted as he swung the machete, chopping off her leg.
She jumped up while screaming in pain and agony. He looked at her agonising sight with a sadistic grin as he enjoyed the screams of his abusive mother.
"W-why the hell would you do this?!", she stammered, "I'm your mother".
He looked at her with a cold, sadistic stare as he licked the bloodied machete.
"You are not my mother but a pig, and pigs are put down!"
He swung the machete a second time, chopping off her other leg. He felt a rush surge through his body as the warm blood splashed onto his face.
"How does it feel pig?!", he yelled as he looked at her with a look of bliss and enjoyment while watching her scream in anguish.
The screaming then suddenly stopped.
"Wait, you're already dead?", he asked disappointedly, "Well, that's a shame."
While looking at the corpse with disdain, he swung the machete a third time decapitating the corpse.
He then went to the bathroom to wash off the blood from the machete and himself and took the machete back to the basement. Then he began to pour kerosine all over the interior of the home. Next, he lit the match and threw it on the corpse.
"You're finally gone", he said with a satisfying grin.
He then went out watching the fire consume the entire house with a sadistic expression with a mix of bliss and enjoyment.
He proceeded to pull out a list from his pocket and looked at it with a malicious smirk.
"One pig put down, six others to go."
End of Episode 1
1 dead - 6 remaining