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Experience of Hell
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By Jeevan
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Experience of Hell
Experience of Hell
It was a pleasant afternoon, I had just finished my homework and I was sitting inside my car and playing with the toys; when suddenly I heard some screaming and shouting inside the house. I ran and went to the kitchen from where the actual sound came from. I saw my mom lying on the floor with blood on her face and she was staring at my dad who was just standing just 1 foot away from her. So I went and asked her in concern," mom are you alright, please tell na." "Ya baby I am fine", she said in a soft sweet tone and her voice was so sweet that those words started lingering in my ears. I suspected dad to be involved, but he acted as if he knew nothing. I just went played outside as usual that I always do. As night arrived I was tired of playing around, I had forgotten all about the earlier incident and so I went to sleep. Just when sleep caught hold of my eye-lids there were suddenly few shouts and screaming and hitting. I ran to my front room and saw that my dad was hitting my mom with a belt in his hand. My sweet little mother took all the beatings as if she were a slave and then started crying. I didn't know how to react to the situation. The hatred and anger against my father grew a lot. But my mom cooled me down and said that he was drunk and that all the people who drink have these problems. So now it seemed that everything was assuming control in my mind. There was a daily routine of my dad hitting my mom and every time I used to think that it was customary for him to drink and so he could legally beat my mother. But every time this happened I wished that instead of my mom that would be me. All this while I used to think that before a few years I neither remembered my dad being here nor did I remember any violence in my house.
After nearly two months we had a visitor he was Uncle John. "Hello Roddy how are you doing?", he asked me. "I am fine Uncle, how is Dorothy?"
"She is just fine son! I hope your dad is doing fine!"
"Ya he is ok. It is just that his sickness should go so that he can stop drinking."
"That is not a sickness boy, who told you that. By the way how has that affected you?"
"No no it has not affected me it is just that my mom gets beating everyday."
He was a bit taken aback by this news and his expressions told me that all was not well. Dad and mom who were in the top floor came down to see who came and my mom was very delighted to see him. But dad had some discomforts shown on his face. My Uncle directly without wasting anytime took hold of my dad took him to my room, my mom also went with them and then they closed the door so that I could not hear.
But I wanted to hear them speak so I put my ear below the door and started listening to what they were saying. I heard my uncle yelling at dad saying that, "What the hell are you doing man? Huh. What the hell man. You have just returned from jail and this is what your testimony to your child is. He hasn't seen you for more than 3 years now. Come on man grow up. I know you were involved in a couple murder as well as rape cases. But look at your wife she has still shown the love for you. And is this the way you respect her. I ….."
Even before my Uncle could complete my dad interrupted, angrily, raising his voice he said, "Hey watch your tongue or I will cut it out don't teach me about how deal with my family and my kid. I won't give a damn to even stab you here bloody rascal….."
"Watch your language boy; I am going now, just know that these things will have an adverse effect on your child."
I suddenly ran from there went to the balcony and started crying. I never knew that my dad had gone to jail. I was totally disturbed and frustrated. I was so totally taken aback not knowing what to do. Now the fear engulfed me of whether he will kill me and my mother. In the night while she was sleeping I woke her up slowly and told her that we will leave from the house or else dad would kill both of us. She smilingly replied have patience son we will go some day. I went back to my room not knowing w
hat to do I was so totally afraid and just totally broken. I could feel my heart trembling; my fingers started becoming pale with fear. It was just unexplainable. Each passing second was unbearable. I was just thinking about what to do. I went in the kitchen and took some sharp knives and kept it under my pillow just incase anything wild would happen.
It was morning, I started watching dad closely. He never even gave me an encouraging look, he never talked to me. If he did he would scold me every time. I made up my mind to talk to dad and tell him that it was terrible and that I couldn't take it anymore. So he had his breakfast and then he left home. He took out his bike rode on it and went. I took out my cycle and then tried to race and catch up to him so that I could talk to him alone. But then he sped away and I couldn't catch him. But still I cycled on thinking that I might be able to talk to him. So as I was going on I notice that my dad's bike was parked in totally unusual spot, inside somebody's parking space behind a bungalow. I got down from my cycle parked it behind a tree and then walked across the street reached the house and tried see through the window. The next scene that I saw was more horrific than my mom beating up scene.
I saw my dad talking to a lady for a few minutes sitting on the chair then they both went to an inner room, so I went to the other side started watching through the side glass which was left open for some air. I saw the lady removing her dress and then my dad removed his and started doing some things which were totally behind my small brain to explain and understand. But I stood there watched the whole scene like an innocent boy. My dad and she were kissing each other for a very long time which I couldn't control and then they started watching some obscene acts on the TV which now I understand as the pornographic scenes. When I started feeling some watery things touching my face I put my hands into it and I found out that it was tears that were rolling down my cheek. After few more minutes they finished what they were doing and then they finally dressed up again which added a bit to my relief. But suddenly there was a heated argument between them and they started yelling at each other hurling things at each other.
Dad suddenly went to some other room to pick up something and then he charged into the room with a knife in his hands and then stabbed her twice in her stomach. He caught hold of her throat and slit her throat and hit her head with a hockey stick which was lying around. And all the blood was splashed on the wall and some towards the glass where I was standing. Not able to control I screamed aloud with fear and tension. At that moment my dad saw me and his eyes scared me to the scariest corner of my heart. It felt as if he was just digging in my heart. Then as soon as he saw me started running from there came through the main door and started chasing me. I was already running, I took my cycle and started running, but he caught hold of me from behind and then took hold of my throat. He grabbed my arm and started dragging me on the road. Spectators on the road just remained spectators. One of the people there advised my dad to be gentle on me. But he in his soft voice said that I was very naughty and that I had broken a lot of things in the house and that I had disobeyed. So they didn't say anything. He took me to the house where all this happened and locked me in the room that all this murder happened. He left me and went away, so as I was sitting there I could see the lady's intestine come out, her brain split open on the ground. I went and picked up the brain and tried to fix it inside her head again but it was not possible.
After a few hours my dad came in with my mom and some police officials. Dad said some things to the cops which I couldn't hear. So they picked me up and charged me with a case of murder. Since I was a kid I got only 13 years RI (rigorous imprisonment). Now I am writing this in the prison room. Today is my last day here, anytime now I can get my discharge order. After all this I really don't know how but my heart has come to a stage where I can forgive him. So now today I will be going and telling him that it's ok. Please if someone can help me by giving some tip on how to tell him it's ok against my dad then please do help. My name is Roddy. And I stay in "the middle of nowhere".
***Heck of a Story***
It was a pleasant afternoon, I had just finished my homework and I was sitting inside my car and playing with the toys; when suddenly I heard some screaming and shouting inside the house. I ran and went to the kitchen from where the actual sound came from. I saw my mom lying on the floor with blood on her face and she was staring at my dad who was just standing just 1 foot away from her. So I went and asked her in concern," mom are you alright, please tell na." "Ya baby I am fine", she said in a soft sweet tone and her voice was so sweet that those words started lingering in my ears. I suspected dad to be involved, but he acted as if he knew nothing. I just went played outside as usual that I always do. As night arrived I was tired of playing around, I had forgotten all about the earlier incident and so I went to sleep. Just when sleep caught hold of my eye-lids there were suddenly few shouts and screaming and hitting. I ran to my front room and saw that my dad was hitting my mom with a belt in his hand. My sweet little mother took all the beatings as if she were a slave and then started crying. I didn't know how to react to the situation. The hatred and anger against my father grew a lot. But my mom cooled me down and said that he was drunk and that all the people who drink have these problems. So now it seemed that everything was assuming control in my mind. There was a daily routine of my dad hitting my mom and every time I used to think that it was customary for him to drink and so he could legally beat my mother. But every time this happened I wished that instead of my mom that would be me. All this while I used to think that before a few years I neither remembered my dad being here nor did I remember any violence in my house.
After nearly two months we had a visitor he was Uncle John. "Hello Roddy how are you doing?", he asked me. "I am fine Uncle, how is Dorothy?"
"She is just fine son! I hope your dad is doing fine!"
"Ya he is ok. It is just that his sickness should go so that he can stop drinking."
"That is not a sickness boy, who told you that. By the way how has that affected you?"
"No no it has not affected me it is just that my mom gets beating everyday."
He was a bit taken aback by this news and his expressions told me that all was not well. Dad and mom who were in the top floor came down to see who came and my mom was very delighted to see him. But dad had some discomforts shown on his face. My Uncle directly without wasting anytime took hold of my dad took him to my room, my mom also went with them and then they closed the door so that I could not hear.
But I wanted to hear them speak so I put my ear below the door and started listening to what they were saying. I heard my uncle yelling at dad saying that, "What the hell are you doing man? Huh. What the hell man. You have just returned from jail and this is what your testimony to your child is. He hasn't seen you for more than 3 years now. Come on man grow up. I know you were involved in a couple murder as well as rape cases. But look at your wife she has still shown the love for you. And is this the way you respect her. I ….."
Even before my Uncle could complete my dad interrupted, angrily, raising his voice he said, "Hey watch your tongue or I will cut it out don't teach me about how deal with my family and my kid. I won't give a damn to even stab you here bloody rascal….."
"Watch your language boy; I am going now, just know that these things will have an adverse effect on your child."
I suddenly ran from there went to the balcony and started crying. I never knew that my dad had gone to jail. I was totally disturbed and frustrated. I was so totally taken aback not knowing what to do. Now the fear engulfed me of whether he will kill me and my mother. In the night while she was sleeping I woke her up slowly and told her that we will leave from the house or else dad would kill both of us. She smilingly replied have patience son we will go some day. I went back to my room not knowing w
It was morning, I started watching dad closely. He never even gave me an encouraging look, he never talked to me. If he did he would scold me every time. I made up my mind to talk to dad and tell him that it was terrible and that I couldn't take it anymore. So he had his breakfast and then he left home. He took out his bike rode on it and went. I took out my cycle and then tried to race and catch up to him so that I could talk to him alone. But then he sped away and I couldn't catch him. But still I cycled on thinking that I might be able to talk to him. So as I was going on I notice that my dad's bike was parked in totally unusual spot, inside somebody's parking space behind a bungalow. I got down from my cycle parked it behind a tree and then walked across the street reached the house and tried see through the window. The next scene that I saw was more horrific than my mom beating up scene.
I saw my dad talking to a lady for a few minutes sitting on the chair then they both went to an inner room, so I went to the other side started watching through the side glass which was left open for some air. I saw the lady removing her dress and then my dad removed his and started doing some things which were totally behind my small brain to explain and understand. But I stood there watched the whole scene like an innocent boy. My dad and she were kissing each other for a very long time which I couldn't control and then they started watching some obscene acts on the TV which now I understand as the pornographic scenes. When I started feeling some watery things touching my face I put my hands into it and I found out that it was tears that were rolling down my cheek. After few more minutes they finished what they were doing and then they finally dressed up again which added a bit to my relief. But suddenly there was a heated argument between them and they started yelling at each other hurling things at each other.
Dad suddenly went to some other room to pick up something and then he charged into the room with a knife in his hands and then stabbed her twice in her stomach. He caught hold of her throat and slit her throat and hit her head with a hockey stick which was lying around. And all the blood was splashed on the wall and some towards the glass where I was standing. Not able to control I screamed aloud with fear and tension. At that moment my dad saw me and his eyes scared me to the scariest corner of my heart. It felt as if he was just digging in my heart. Then as soon as he saw me started running from there came through the main door and started chasing me. I was already running, I took my cycle and started running, but he caught hold of me from behind and then took hold of my throat. He grabbed my arm and started dragging me on the road. Spectators on the road just remained spectators. One of the people there advised my dad to be gentle on me. But he in his soft voice said that I was very naughty and that I had broken a lot of things in the house and that I had disobeyed. So they didn't say anything. He took me to the house where all this happened and locked me in the room that all this murder happened. He left me and went away, so as I was sitting there I could see the lady's intestine come out, her brain split open on the ground. I went and picked up the brain and tried to fix it inside her head again but it was not possible.
After a few hours my dad came in with my mom and some police officials. Dad said some things to the cops which I couldn't hear. So they picked me up and charged me with a case of murder. Since I was a kid I got only 13 years RI (rigorous imprisonment). Now I am writing this in the prison room. Today is my last day here, anytime now I can get my discharge order. After all this I really don't know how but my heart has come to a stage where I can forgive him. So now today I will be going and telling him that it's ok. Please if someone can help me by giving some tip on how to tell him it's ok against my dad then please do help. My name is Roddy. And I stay in "the middle of nowhere".
***Heck of a Story***
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