Chapter 7
Tachanka laid awake thinking about the question Hibana asked. Her voice echoing "What happened that day?" He sat up and just stared at a picture on the wall. It was a picture of him, his dad, and his mom. That bitch. He gets up and walks over to the picture. He feels his hand clenching into a fist. That stupid bitch. He raises his fist and punches the picture.
Memory
Tachanka lays there, staring back into those eyes. He tries to say something but he can't. Her finger moves to her lips making a "Be quiet" motion. He begins to recognize the situation. He was in a field hospital. He has to be quiet or else the enemy might hear them. Looking over, he can see that it's dark outside. She comes closer to Tachanka and whispers, "Are you feeling better?" He nods, even though his head hurts like hell. She kisses him on the forehead. "You'll be okay honey."
A couple months later his mom walks into his room. His mom was a doctor and she just so happened to be on the field that day. "How are you feeling today Alexsandr?" He looks up at her, meeting her gaze. "Much better мать." She smiles at that response. Alexsandr looks at her arms, noticing bruises and scratches. He may only be 23 but he knows to never lay his hands on a woman like that. His mother notices him looking at the bruises. "Don't worry honey, I'm fine."
That didn't reassure him. His dad was always abusing someone or something. Whether it be drugs and alcohol or his mom and him. He would never stand up to him. He was never strong enough to do it. His mom started talking and he snapped out of his thoughts."... and we are going to have pelmeni for dinner tonight." He wanted to talk about doing something about his dad but all he could manage to say was, "Sounds good."
It was around 7:30 when they sat down to eat. Dad isn't home yet. Thank god. He thought. His mom was in the kitchen pouring some Medovukha for both of them. He heard the front door open and a bottle being dropped. Fuck. His dad stumbles into the kitchen with a bottle of vodka. Ah shit, here we go again. His dad, mumbling something about his mom being a stupid whore, stumbles into the kitchen towards his mother. Alexsandr, sitting a couple yards away, hears him yell at her. Then his heart stops when he hears a bottle break, followed by a thud. Alexsandr gets up and rushes into the kitchen to the horrific scene before him. The broken bottle in his father's hand, his mother laying on the floor with blood gushing out of her head. Anger rose within him. I've had enough! He charges at his father, knocking him into the counter and onto the floor. "Я чертовски ненавижу тебя!" he yells in the midst of throwing a fury of fist into his poor excuse of a father's face. His dad couldn't raise his arms to fight back. His face was so bloody and twisted that it looked like he was nailed by a bus. Alexsandr heard a loud crack and stopped. His father laid there, his face beaten inward and neck broken. He stands up in realization. Oh no. Oh fuck. He turns around to look at his mother. She looked so innocent laying there on the ground. He drops to the ground right beside her and began to cradle her in his arms.
Current
Tachanka is sitting in the bathroom pulling glass out of his hand. He misses her sometimes. She was the one that taught him patience and how to care for others. He winces as he pulls out a glass shard from in between his knuckles. Just then his phone buzzes on the counter. He picks it up with his non-injured hand. He sees an invite to a BBQ party. Huh. Sure I'll go. He looks for the user that invited him. It was Valkyrie.