A SCAR

Broken Home

YEARS AGO

Fear lived in our home like an unwanted guest. But it was always present. Every night I would hide behind the closed doors hearing the voices, the cries and the constant plea.

I cried alot . What could I do, I was only ten. I hated myself the most…. For being small. I was not able to do anything.

CHAPTER 2

“ Ruth why have you not prepared my dinner” my dad screamed

“ I'm just coming back from the office but I'll do it now” my mum stammered

And I heard a loud slap across my mum's face

“ That's no excuse woman next time prepare my food on time”

My Mum tried to say something but he slapped her again and pushed her to the ground. I closed my door, I did not want to hear her cry again.

I sat on the floor and wept bitterly. If life hadn't been so cruel to me. I'm supposed to be enjoying the love and care from my both parents. But like I said life had other plans for me.

It was the weekend and I was in the kitchen helping my mum cook when we heard the sound of the door.

It was my dad drunk….. again but this time he was not alone. He was with a woman. She held his hands to support him from falling as they walked into our house.

“Hazel go to your room”

“No mum I want to stay with you” I insisted

“Hazel” her tone was sharp and serious…… I quickly ran upstairs but left my doors open.

“ Who are you” my mum eyes scanned the woman at her front

“Are you not foolish instead of directly her to the room you're here asking stupid questions” my dad asked irritated

“ Desmond, you brought a stranger into our home and you want me to take her to our matrimonial room. Are you……….

My dad slapped her before she could finish her statement and he slapped her again.

“What I do in this house is none of your business” he led the lady to their room.

I saw my mum crying not because of the pains on her face but because her home is falling apart day by day.

And I watched helplessly how my mum endured it all.

I hated myself because I could not let it out

I hated the world for letting it happen.