Broken Home

A life of constant crumbling downs and gripping tightly to nothing.

There was once a time when I would lock myself inside my bedroom, hug my tiny self, cover my ears from the loud, piercing bellows downstairs and shut my eyes tight, until darkness and fear was all I could tell. 

I had a life where the drunken father comes home in the middle of the night, stinking with booze and wafts of smokes,shamelessly kicking the neighbour's door to provoke whoever was still awake inside the house. The mother was also one of the main character in this down-grading life of mine. She was one of those loud, narcissistic female, who was always constantly outside with those thin garments of indecency and different, hungry males in sight, always next to her.

Their attention was never towards me. Father loved the drunken state he was always in and Mother enjoyed the attention of other strangers. I never minded that they didn't pay attention to me. I just hate it when they start their useless shouts and screams. It was this once incident that led to another. 

I was upstairs doing my homework peacefully until I heard the entrance door banged so suddenly.I knew right away it was Father but it was odd listening him coming back home so early.

My ears picked the small mumbles downstairs, which then led to louder voices and then screams and shouts.

It was them again. Father and Mother fighting.

The sad part was that they would verbally as well as physically abuse one another. 

The harsh sounds of glass echoing through the house made me jump on my heels and I quickly lock the door. Shutting off the lights, I buried myself under the warm comforters and forced myself to sleep.

I thought everything would end right away..But no. 

I heard three gunshots and two heavy thuds. 

And then silence.

My heart raced and thumped heavily against my chest like it was going to jump out of my throat. 

Then the neighbour's voices could be heard. 

Then more people.

I heard my name called out by someone.

But, I did not dare to go outside at all.

Then the sirens came. 

Then another siren.

I suspected the police and the ambulance to arrive. 

Suddenly, a knock came on my door and my name was again called out. I stayed silent because one way or another I knew one of my parents were dead. Probably Mother and one of those strangers she would bring home. And Father probably escaped already.

With glassy eyes, I got out of bed and opened the door, only to see my neighbour calling out to me and hugging me.

It was warm. The hug was warm. And I liked it.

But it was short and temporary.

Because the next thing I know was that I won't be staying at this wretched house anymore. And I won't be living anywhere near this place anymore. And I won't see my parents anymore. Because apparently they were both dead. Two thieves broke into our house and shot them alive. Two bullets in Father's head and one in Mother's chest. 

Author's Note

I have no idea what I just wrote.

Reviews

[Adesanya Yewande]

what you just wrote is amazing, the plot is captivating , also the emotion portray in the plot is great, the feeling of living in a broken family, i would rather call it broken family than broken home. where no one have time for the other....the ending is a bit sad because the child later became an orphan, but still its an amazing plot. Good work.....

[DelicatePetal]

Thank you for your kind words. :')