Chapter 48 He was too abusive
Ravyen's POV
I proposed to the woman who claims to be my mother to move out of this area. She seems fine by it and isn't bothered to be called the wife of a murderer. I had no one to report to and just became cold and lonely and tranquil accepting my fate.
My stepfather came in like a saint, winning my heart and I felt I had a father's love but it turns out he just wanted my property. A similar case to that of Arianna. My mother was my caretaker and she gave him everything claiming to be in love. Horrible, I just wish that emotion is scrabbled out and just hate fills the world then I'd eliminate anyone who I despise like I do now.
The beast in me was revealed after siphoning my money. He was abusive too and not just on me but my mother. I always tried to fight for her but it turns out she never wanted me to chip into her affairs. Just the replica of my father's action. He was a womanizer, fucking women everywhere in the house and in my presence.
His acts brought about memories of my deceased father and my dick hardens in my pant. The scene was indescribably graceful and erotic. I began to masturbate in the bathroom. My first trial was when I saw him having an anal sex in the sitting room. They didn't mind my appearance and just wanted to quell their erotic desires.
Her legs shook as she tried to stand but he aggressively pushed her body back. Her legs were arched to the back as she moved up and down of him. He buried his face on her breast, driving her hips as it was an engulfing emotion. His testicles slam against her butts as my legs aches. She licked his chest, suck his flesh, kissed him everywhere, singing his praises and fuck I love him.
I was turned on, my dick arouse and I rushed towards the washroom, stripping myself naked and staring at the mirror. Then the image of my father appeared behind me. I was shaken, scared as his hands stroke my dick. My eyes watches as my cock was hard in my boxer shorts; with one hand, I took it out and pressed myself against the sink, fucking the wall.
The head of my penis tingled unbearably; it was hot and swollen, a drop forming at the tip. I wipe it off and gulp hard, wanting not to try that again but I keep falling into that temptation especially when he was purposely doing that to aurose me. I hated myself and just didn't like the life I was leaving.
Then came a night when he had almost killed her, I was returning from school, my finally year in high school, i had devised a way to leave them. I had stayed at a bar that late, besides no one cares if I get home or not. When I had returned, I saw her crawl from the stairs leading down to the sitting room. She was bleeding and my stepfather was holding a broken pieces of bottle his hand.
He was following her sluggish movement, step by step and calling her all names. He seems drunk and threw the pieces of bottle on the ground. When our eyes locked, he chuckles and stretched his body. "Seems your son is here to witness your death" he voiced our and I was enraged.
In a fit of rage, I rush at him as he wasn't expecting me to come upon him like a whirlwind. I pushed him hard with the vase in my hand. Smashed his face and punched mine. Every aggression in me, I poured it at him but he beat me to nothing after all, he was older and stronger than me.
My mother had no energy to stop me nor him as she gurgling and scampering for her life. He staggered away from me and returned to his room. I tried to get on my feet, to reach my bleeding mother. I helped her get on her feet, something she'd never do for me. I was depressed seeing her in that state as I didn't want her to die.
My stepfather had cut her around the lower abdomen. I didn't care to know what happened because it was his part of him to hit anything especially when he was drunk. Hastily, I unbutton my shirt, folded it to become thick and placed on the bleeding abdomen trying to curb it.
Her body was pale and I feared she might die. I sniffed trying not to weep. She was numb, gasping for air and her eyes almost closed. I quickly placed a call to the family doctor while trying to curb the bleeding with my shirt. Thanks to the family doctor, she had to be rushed to a hospital and got admitted there.
Although, I didn't follow him as I told him I had something left to be done. I paced to the kitchen and took out a knife. Pacing towards his room, I found him, sleeping naked as always and peacefully like nothing matters. Without a second thought, I stabbed him on the chest, several times.
His blood splatter on my face and the stench from it made me throw up in his face. I watch him writhe in pain, trying to hold my hand but then I was consumed with rage. That was my first murder. Although I was pertrified, shivering and scared. I thought of how to dispose the body and ended up burying him in the backyard.
It took all night till dawn to dig a hole and throw this man inside it. If I were asked by anyone, it was all for defense. I was perturbed, shaky and sick from what I had done, guilt filled me up but then, I tried to convince myself i was right.
I went the hospital she was admitted and found out she was unconscious. I spent three days with her, hoping she opens her eyes, catering to her needs. Fortunately, we weren't broke and so the money was there to provide the necessary medication.
The money aspect was the thing I could really appreciate my father for. When she finally opened her eyes, the first person she asked for was her ex-husband. It were as though I didn't exist and it hurts. I only told her he was at home and she requested to see him. I wish she were the one I stabbed.
I tried to soothe her that he was fine and she'd meet her nemesis at home. I was really mad at her, reminding her of what that beast has done to us so far but then she only defended him. Her claims was that, if I fall in love, then i'd understand that if I fall in love. Seriously? Love? It could only mean she was enjoying his torture called love!
She got discharged soon and on returning home, she thought she'd receive him but then it turns out he'd be a ghost burning in hell, if such a place exist. My mother got worried as she couldn't find him around the house and it got to an extent she was was fucking sick because of that useless man.
And so, as a gentleman who still had some sense of dignity and good, I decided to open up to her. She was agaped, suddenly frightened of me and said I have finally become my father. Wow, she didn't even appreciate my struggles and pains for her to get well soon!