A thing about life

Desperate enough to call God

Hafiz's POV

Where do you think you are going ? Today I won't let you leave,you are staying. Hahaha... Dad let out a menacing laugh while mom stood upright like a boar. Another evening with their constant fight. It always gets nasty , thankfully or probably unfortunately is the right word to use I'm their only child. A child they don't mind traumatizing. Woman know your place , I'm your husband I paid your bride price meaning you don't get to tell me what to do . Dad turned to leave but mom pulled him back giving him the chance to forcefully push mom to the ground. Like a gush of wind she stood to her feet. You think this will stop me ? You have to do better than this Kamal I'm your wife , the mother of your child . So what Jasmine? You are nothing but a pathetic witch who has been brought to destroy me you and this wretch of a son. Kamal he is our son. Your son woman now out of my way. You are nothing like your father he will always be the loved one amongst everyone you are just but a disappointed son who got disowned by his own house hold . The fury in dad's eyes sent a chill through my bones. That's when it all happened,out of anger dad pushed mom so forcefully that her backbone hit the glassy dining table causing a loud shattering sound . Blood, blood everywhere dad stood scared to the core ,he rushed out leaving me alone . Mom. Mom I called out but she was in shock. I can't lose mom. Hey ,Haz,son. My mother's cold voice brought me out of my trance . I turned in her direction she was sitting in the only sofa in our single room . After that incident dad ran away,the bank came for our house as dad hadn't paid his loan. With my now paralyzed mother we moved into an old house owned by one of mother's friend had it not being for her we would be on the street. What do you need mother? I asked quietly not wanting to piss her off ,now every little thing makes her go berserk. Help me to the porch,it's getting hot in here. But mom it's late no one is outside at this time besides I have homework I can't... Hafiz I'm your mother you consider school and studies to be important than me ? That's not it , mom there are mosquitoes outside at this time we don't have enough money to send you to the hospital. I don't blame you ,you are becoming like him always thinking about yourself you have no regards for me . But remember this I'm your mother. There we go again with you playing the guilty card. I'm also you son ,did you and dad think about me all those times were you quarrelled Infront of me all those times you would both throw things at each other and didn't care if I got hurt or not . Remember that night where you threw the broken glass at dad but got me instead,you said I deserve it for being his look alike. I had a huge cut underneath my belly I had to treat myself did you for once act like my mother? Tell me ,did you ? I was just a liability. You have no right to condemn me son ,you have no right. I paid your fees while your damned father drunk away I bought you school things while he looked at you in contempt. I had to go out and toil while your useless father slept out with different women so Hafiz you have no right. I do mom , I do , you provided for me physically not emotionally. Oh how ungrateful you are , who cares for emotions in this life ? You don't deserve someone like me . I should have died instead inorder for your sorry arse to know how it feels to be alone. Mom , I'm sorry. My voice broke. I didn't mean it . I can't imagine my life without her ,she is all I got . Mother. I tried helping her up but she hit my hand. Leave me . she screamed at me while trying to get up using her crutches. But she fell instead. Arghhh. She cried out in frustration. Not because of pain but she is just fed up. Go away don't come near me . Mother... Take on more step towards me and I'll will kill myself, I doubted her words taking a step towards her that's when I saw the small knife pressed to her neck ,she has been having it on her all this while. Don't you dare me son . Her tears fell as well as mine. Leave I want to be alone. Mom I'm sorry. If you are then go out . Mother... Get out. she screeched flinging her knife which cut me on my cheek . Horror filled her deep brown eyes . How can I blame her ? It's all my fault. I don't deserve her , she deserves better. With that in my mind , I rushed out with no direction in mind.

I forced my mom to hurt me. I am a bad son, a wretch.

Coral's POV:

Hey pretty want to come home with me ? Promise you'll have a good time. I smacked the stranger's hand away from mine. He is old enough to be my grandfather. I pushed my way through the small kiosk,the whole place reeks of cigarettes and urea. I scrunched my nose , thankfully the ghetto boys are out to party at yellow pub leaving the place unoccupied. Finally I arrived at the big gutter beneath the bridge. They started the construction but stopped after the The Pandits won the election last year making it empty with just pieces of rubbish no water . Ah! I slump onto the concrete floor enjoying the evening breeze and silence. Sniff. Sniff. Someone is here and probably crying. Maybe another one of those street kids . Making my way to the dark end of the gutter which is directly under the bridge I come to a stop when the crying stops . All of a sudden the place becomes quite giving me creep vibes. Hello is anyone here ? Come on out. I sang out . I'm not deadly. Through the corner of my eye I see something move so fast that I'm startled. Phew that was close . I say catching my breath. Argh...! Someone tackles me to the hard floor, with my left hand behind me and my face pressing to the ground . it hurts like a b***h. Mmmh ,mmph . I try wiggling my body but he is too strong well I ain't getting r***d today .Never . what my other hand I reach out to his face and scratch him hard . He yells only for a moment,a moment enough for me to escape . I run or so I think till I'm being dragged down again . In the dark there was nothing to make out about his features. Hey man ! You don't want to hurt me. Why not ? You don't come off as someone important. Should I kill you no one would even worry about you. Oh God! Oh yes , desperate days means desperate measures isn't that how they say it , whatever it is I'm desperate so I need to believe that there's a powerful person in the skies.

How funny of you , remember how He abandoned you when you needed Him to save your father. You fasted ,prayed did everything you were asked to but he still took your dad away still think he will come save you tonight?