(Part-3)
I don’t remember falling asleep,
only thing I remember is staring at that fan and its rotation,
and,
a thick layer of aloe gel on the left side of my face,
which helped me numb the pain and remove a bit of redness that
covered the left half of my face…!
I remember having a dream where I was in my childhood home,
and in it everything was right…!
Both my mom and dad,
and my brother were alright…!
One day my dad returned home at night after very heavy drinking,
and,
it made me realise the same thing that happened with me;
But,
it was never that he raised his hand on mum,
or on me,
Whenever he drank,
he came home ate some food and fell asleep;
He didn’t bother anyone,
he didn’t beat anyone,
he didn’t even raise his voice against anyone,
All he did was come home,
have his dinner and fell asleep,
I didn’t see mom covering her face with makeup to hide something,
or even try to look for ointment anywhere…!
So,
why me?
I thought to myself and made myself mad in my dream,
before it was about to be a happy and peaceful morning in my dream,
I woke up on our bed in my room,
and there was a voice,
a dangerous and angry one,
Asking me something,
before I could get a grasp of what was happening around me,
all of a sudden someone tug my hair,
not a single tassel,
but as much as they could fit in a fist,
and I was pulled off our bed…!
The screams started as my eyes opened and it was Ravi who pulled me off the bed and into the kitchen;
He didn’t say anything,
he just left me there,
and walked off towards our bedroom,
On rubbing my tears and after a whole
minute of sitting on the kitchen floor like a baby cat who was beaten,
I was shivering,
crying,
trying to get a grasp of what was happening,
before I could get what was going on he came in the kitchen once again and asked me to cook him some food…!
To which all I could do was sob and sob,
until he kicked me…!
He kicked me on the right side of the body as I was sitting in a fetal position with my back against the wall,
He kicked me and it hit me in my right arm,
and another one on my calf…!
I screamed,
At the top of my lungs and he stared for a second,
and,
after that he leaped forward,
and put his hand over my mouth as to stop me from screaming;
The pain had started to radiate from the places where he hit me now;
He made me shut up by pressing his hand on my mouth,
forcing me to breathe from my nose,
and,
he was reeking of alcohol;
At that time I wondered,
did he drink or spray himself with alcohol,
but,
the pain took all of my thoughts away…!
And I accepted my fate of dying in that kitchen…!
A woman’s life destroyed by alcohol and its abuse,
part three where she is beaten, woken up from her sleep and told to serve food to her drunk husband;
Love Waakiye 🤍