ABUSE

As he got nearer to the house, all he could feel was fear, he did not understand the concept of a home as they called it, he could only think of what awaited him behind those doors. He could not remember the last time he saw his father sober, and his mom was probably out doing some mean job to make ends meet. He was scared of the man whom he called “father”, he sometimes wondered if he was truly his father.

With all these thoughts, he entered into the house, his father welcomed him with slaps demanding to know where he had been. How could he explain to this drunk he called “father” that he just had to leave to clear his thoughts, that the supposed home was nothing but torture for him, and he went to real homes to escape from the reality of what he had now come to accept as his life.

He did not realise that he was still being hit as he had said nothing, he could not seem to explain where the anger came from but next thing he knew his father was on the floor begging for life. He ran out of the house to nowhere in particular but just continued running.

He finally picked the courage to go back home and met his mom surrounded by mourners, she amidst her tears stood up and hugged him and told him the sad news. He felt no sadness or remorse whatsoever, as far as he was concerned, he had helped the world get rid of one less useless soul.

This is my first attempt at story writing. Hope you enjoyed the flash fiction. Do let me know your thoughts and a more befitting title too.