recount [Part II]
In the stillness of the room he lay.
He could not sleep. He just couldn't. The agony from the swell jerked him into consciousness every time his heavy eyelids connected. It was past two on a school day morning. But he knew he could not attend in his current crippled state. Flashes of the night that just had passed skimmed through his mind. His pillow and bedspread heavily drenched with tears and mucus and whatsoever that could and would come out.
He had rushed back to his room the moment he recovered sufficient strenght from the blow. His heart was burdened and his chest felt increasingly compressed each time he inhaled. He wondered if such a magnitude of an action could ever be condoned.
Meekly, the door to his room creaked open. Illuminated only by the dim moonlight that shone through the adjacent hall windows were the silhouettes of two figures.
"Bobby, are you still awake?" was gently whispered by his father.
A stiffled sob emitted from him. His father turned on the dim amber-neon light and slowly trod over and sat placidly by the side of his bed. His mother followed behind and closed the door softly.
Emotions once again gushed through him and tears could be felt surfacing once more. But he deadened them this time as being a boy - as all boys do - he thought it was a sign of weakness.
He was lying with his back to the door. He felt his father's tender hand slowly being placed on his left shoulder.
"Bobby..." came the hush once again.
This time, he could feel the regret and anguish in the voice too. His father too was beginning to tear. Yes - too. The moment he felt the touch his emotions overwhelmed him and fresh tears burst forth from the inner recesses of his already bloodshot eyes. At this, all the physical pain seemed to disappear. But the emotional one magnified many times over.
He swung around and buried his face in the chest of his father. By now he was grieving out loud in sorrow and guilt. His father too had tears streaming down the side of his wrinkled face. Cries after cries were being made. Understood by only those who had gone through a similar experience.
"bobby.. I just want you to know that every time I hit you.. my heart bleeds too.."
This further added to the sorrow.
And there in the sereneness of the morning he lay on his father's chest and cried till he could cry no more...
*End of Prolouge*
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He could not sleep. He just couldn't. The agony from the swell jerked him into consciousness every time his heavy eyelids connected. It was past two on a school day morning. But he knew he could not attend in his current crippled state. Flashes of the night that just had passed skimmed through his mind. His pillow and bedspread heavily drenched with tears and mucus and whatsoever that could and would come out.
He had rushed back to his room the moment he recovered sufficient strenght from the blow. His heart was burdened and his chest felt increasingly compressed each time he inhaled. He wondered if such a magnitude of an action could ever be condoned.
Meekly, the door to his room creaked open. Illuminated only by the dim moonlight that shone through the adjacent hall windows were the silhouettes of two figures.
"Bobby, are you still awake?" was gently whispered by his father.
A stiffled sob emitted from him. His father turned on the dim amber-neon light and slowly trod over and sat placidly by the side of his bed. His mother followed behind and closed the door softly.
Emotions once again gushed through him and tears could be felt surfacing once more. But he deadened them this time as being a boy - as all boys do - he thought it was a sign of weakness.
He was lying with his back to the door. He felt his father's tender hand slowly being placed on his left shoulder.
"Bobby..." came the hush once again.
This time, he could feel the regret and anguish in the voice too. His father too was beginning to tear. Yes - too. The moment he felt the touch his emotions overwhelmed him and fresh tears burst forth from the inner recesses of his already bloodshot eyes. At this, all the physical pain seemed to disappear. But the emotional one magnified many times over.
He swung around and buried his face in the chest of his father. By now he was grieving out loud in sorrow and guilt. His father too had tears streaming down the side of his wrinkled face. Cries after cries were being made. Understood by only those who had gone through a similar experience.
"bobby.. I just want you to know that every time I hit you.. my heart bleeds too.."
This further added to the sorrow.
And there in the sereneness of the morning he lay on his father's chest and cried till he could cry no more...
*End of Prolouge*
Chapters Start Next
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