Chapter 1

Christian pov

The persistent banging of the door (or what was left of it without decades of repair) became louder. His grating voice filled the whole house."You filthy whore..what the fuck are you doing!Open the door or it will be your ass that I will bang next!"

Oh no!he is back. His name is master or so my mommy calls him or fucker as I call him. He always smells of shit , wine and sex. After a few seconds I hear mommy's footsteps and then the door opening. I have been hiding inside mommy's wooden wardrobe, curled like a ball, as always. It is one of my favorite places because it has mommy's smell in it. I hear the fucker shout "You bitch where the fuck have you been?"

Mommy answers him in a trembling voice," I ..I ..".

The resounding slap rings through the whole house and I cringe in fear. I want to go and beat the shit out of him for hurting mommy like that but then mommy has asked me not to come near him as he would then beat me too. Mommy just didn't get it. I was 10 now and soon going to be 11. She thought that I was still a child. I humped in anger. I was snapped back to the present when I heard mommy shout and then the sound of lashes. Oh no he was belting mommy again!

Anger rose through me like a forest conflagration, ready to cause a holocaust. Mommy was shouting louder than she ever had. I lost control, jumped out of the wardrobe and ran to her bedroom as fast as my legs could carry me. The scene before my eyes added fuel to my anger. Mommy was leaning against the headboard of the wrought iron bed with her hands tied to it . She was naked and her bare bottom that was facing the door , was covered in blood. The fucker was naked underneath, standing behind her, taking turns in slamming into her and belting her.

I ran into him with all the strength that I could master and knocked him on the floor. Then I started to untie mommy who shouted at me " Maggot! Go the fuck away from here. Leave us alone. For god's sake, leave us alone ". I ignored her and kept on undoing the knot. Suddenly I felt hands around my neck which were lifting me to the air. I struggled against the strangulation which was bent upon squeezing the life out me with every passing second. Everything in front of my eyes was becoming dark and I was finding it hard to breathe.

Death was enveloping me and I kept on praying for my mommy, my life.

Then suddenly I could breathe again. The tight grasp was replaced my soft caressing hands of my mommy who was shaking me persistently to wake me up as I had collapsed on the floor. The darkness in front of my eyes was replaced by the shining star that was my mommy's face.

Wham! The fear in my mommy's eyes was replaced by pain and then death when she collapsed onto the floor beside me. As my mind was registering the sudden shock, the figure standing in front of me came into focus. The fucker was standing there holding a rod with both hands. The rod was dripping with blood, My mommy's blood!

I leaped at him and took him down on the floor. I straddled him and rained blows at him with all my strength.

My anger had got the better part of me. I gave him no chance to recover or to punch back at me. I beat him till his face was stained with his filthy blood and he was out. Then the rod lying beside him caught my eyes . I picked it up from the floor and was ready to hit him , hit him like he did my mommy, when suddenly my head whirled, my legs gave way and I fell on the floor. Then everything went black.

Chapter 2

Ana pov

I am unable to breathe. Mom is lying on my lap. My skirt is stained with blood flowing from her head.

I caress her face with my little hands again and again. No no no …she can't be dead, no please. Stephen Morton, my father has bet her today till she had fainted. I don't like my father, not because like my friend's father he has never bought me gifts, never blown raspberries on my cheeks or never told me bedtime stories, but because he never misses a chance to beat me or to hurl abuse at me. I know that he hates me too.

But today he has killed mom because she had stopped him from belting me black and blue. I swear to god I would have accepted every ounce of pain that he would have inflicted upon me than my mom's death.

Please mom don't leave me! For god's sake don't !

Hours flew by, and then I heard the sound of sirens. The ambulance took away mom from me, ignoring my attempts to prevent them. My mind had stopped working. The only thing that went through it was " Stephen Morton had to pay".

Chapter 3

Christian pov

My nose was burning in the strong smell of chemicals (probably phenol). It was a familiar smell , I realized that I was in a hospital. Slowly my whole body returned to consciousness . I felt a searing pain in my knuckles and my throat was burning.

Voices were whispering around me but I couldn't make out any word they said. I blinked open my eyes to stare at a brown face framed by black locks peering at me.

A smile broke into her face and she announced at the crowd standing behind her, "He is awake".

Everything after that went in a flash. The good dark lady who came out to be a nurse named marylin gave me to eat and then made me swallow in several medicines.

Two policemen came to inform me of my mommy's demise and the fucker's arrest. They told me that the fucker is in the hospital as he had got a hair line fracture in his cranium. This news provided a drop of happiness in my ocean of sadness. I was lost. My mommy had been my life, my everything. Now she was gone, never to return. The void in my heart was becoming painfull. My mind had stopped registering my surroundings. The policemen kept speaking but I didn't know what they were saying.

The only thing I heard before they left was the fucker's name , which rang in my ears and promised to reverberate in my head forever, "Stephen Morton". I promised to mommy, "He will pay".