WHO?
BY RAIDEN KAFKA
PROLOGUE
REGINE
I was walking down the hallway. Dark, scary. I was scared, obviously. Who knows when that drunkard will show up. My father, Aecon Bennett , a good-for-nothing drunkard. He works and does fulfill his responsibility as a father by feeding me and putting a roof over my head, and that's it.
Most of the time, he come home from work, drunk, and beat the life out of me. Though every time he does, by the next morning, he'll apologize like a how he apologized and begged my mother not to leave him. He's pitiful when he does that. But my mother nor I , are easily convinced. He'd always go down on his knees, grab us, then beg. He's just the worst. A pitiful and apologetic act to hide the fact he abused us.
My mother, of course ,grew tired of it and left us one night. Leaving me with him. Since she'd gone, he took it to the next level. Always targeting my face with his punches, my stomach so that I could vomit out the rotten food he feed me. Just… the worst.
But , all these thoughts are lying at the back of my mind, I was scared. That,s why all I can think of is… " I want to die".I was raised as a grateful child , taught not to harbor any negative thoughts about my parents , and that I should be grateful to be given all the things not all can have.
I'm was about to go to his room, to get one thing. I opened the door carefully and silently. I walked around since I'm not familiar to this one room in this house. Then , I found it. But as an 8 years old child, my height is nothing to be proud off. The one thing I want to get from his room is unfortunately, placed on the cabinet that I can't reach. I looked around hoping to find something that'll help me reach it, however, luck is not on my side today.
As a child born under a strict household, I came to recognize footsteps, or came to recognize footsteps near means trouble. I hurriedly get out of the room , a few paces away from me, there he was. He saw me, going out of his room.
Without a second thought, I sprinted to my room but was caught. " What're you doing in my room, you runt" he asked, with his strong alcoholic breath. "Ea-Earlier yo-you sa-said that I-I can haa-have the money tha-that was in yo-your room, fa-father" I reply, stuttering like some complete idiot.