Lost Love

"Fourteenth Years Ago"

'Him'

'Every darkness can be frightful, The night when moon and stars were afraid of showing off their soft glow and reluctantly hid behind the smooth blanket of clouds.'

Away from the darkness

Away from reality

But my life wasn't born to be secured or being afraid when thunder was roaring and threatening dangerously I wasn't allowed to hide back in my house with my mother when she embraces me to her and sing a lullaby and protect me from the darkness.

And monsters.

It was my fourteenth birthday eve when I supposed to receive numerous gifts just like every other child.

I was happy and delighted, desperately waiting to cut my favorite cake which is obviously like my past birthdays only baked by my own mother.

she was everything to me.

"My Best friend"

"My Mentor"

"And my life"

At the age of fourteenth, I was still the mama's boy,  I slept with her when she read bedtime tales for me, I was a nerd that gets bullied by every student of my high school.

You know why?

"Like I said before"

"Because I was a mama's boy"

"And that was my mistake"

"My biggest mistake"

And just like everyone my Dad loathed my closeness to my mother, it irritated him to death.

He wanted me to grow up as him, dangerous and all mighty, he was ruthless, cold hearted, and feared by all, he was a monster. And a Boss of the mafia.

And his main propaganda was that I will become like him.

Killer

Murderer

Heartless

His biggest aim was that I took over his bad business and adopt his "good deeds"

But before everything gets even started he wanted one thing from me which I gladly gave him.

"My mother's life"

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'Her'

'I ran'

Whilst Clutching my doll closed to my chest.

'To my heart'

It was heavy pouring, black scenery of darkness welcoming me wherever my short strides led me.

I was soaked, broken and retarded my bare feets aching painfully blood trail their ways behind me.

My clothes were ripped and my body was terribly whipped. Wet layers of tears flowing selflessly through my eyes, my throat was dry from the unwanted gulps I did from the fear.

I was running like my whole existence were depends on it, I couldn't stop or take a full breath, I need oxygen, my lungs begging and screaming me to get some but I didn't want to be get caught.

Caught by the minions of my stepfather.

He was a sinister and a beast in the attire of human and he wanted me to fulfill his desire.

his sexual desire.

I have lost my biological dad one year ago and my mother got married to my stepdad, he was her great friend and I liked him too.

He often visited our house and bring lots of toys and candies for me. We even played together and go park together.

He was a nice person when my dad passed away my mother become broken and shattered, then he was the one who provides his shoulder to my broken family and looks after us.

He proposed my mother but she wanted my opinion and acceptance firstly which I gladly gave in.

I always wanted to see my mother happy and healthy, when she got married to my stepdad we both shifted to his house.

My mother sold out my dad's house just because to help her spouse to build his new business.

Everything seems perfect for three months.

My stepdad was alcoholic and drowned both of his business and our money in the club, he beat mom, cursed her and abused her. But she always locked me in my room.

She wanted to protect me from the devil eye but life becomes unfaithful and snatches one and only last dear person I had in my miserable life.

My dad's always been my superhero and super husband for my mother, his astounding words still rang repeatedly behind my head when he scooped me in his arms.

"Don't let anyone ever hunt you because hunting is always aimed for animals, and if somehow you become targeted don't let your guard down, be an animal and hunt him back"

So that was the theory of my life and with newfound potential-

"I did it"

"I hunt him back"

"I killed him"

"Killed my stepdad"

Ten years old little girl, who loved chocolates and marshmallows, surrounded by dolls and loads of toys. When her hobbies were just to collect huge amounts of colorful butterflies.

who had faith in fairytales and wanted her life to become one,

waiting for her prince charming will come one day on the white horse and take his princess far away from the filthiness of this fake world into his beautiful, dreamful wonderland.

But like I mentioned before, This world is nothing but filth which is ruling by no one but monsters and beast.

But I did my part, I paid my right. at the age of tenth, I embraced the bitter reality of this world.

I'm the beast

And a bloody murderer

And from now there wasn't any turning back...

No Escape...

Nothing... I have to accept this bitter truth and live my whole life.

I was so engrossed in my own train of thought that I didn't notice the headlight brimming through the heavy rain.

I blinked several times to get a better view of the car owner but got none.

My heart was beating frantically and my brain was ordering me to run.

Runaway from the person whoever he is.

Run from another disaster.

But I shrugged it off deliberately.