Chapter 42
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Ofcourse him being the stubborn arrogant jerk had to push the subject.
"I said leave it Abelardo it was nothing let the past be the past" I said feeling my eyes get getting blurry.
"You want to tell me if I let you sleep alone for tonight you won't have nightmares samah.
If I go in another room you won't have nightmares you will feel safe and stop saying that they are coming to kill you too.
Is that nothing." He asked more like stated his voice was a yell right now making me cry remembering the memories.
Why did he have to bring this up.
"Yes" I said whispering.
It looked like I was convincing myself than answering him.
"You want to tell if I put you in your old room you won't wake up fucking screaming at three in the morning" he said his voice hard as a rock.
I knew he felt like I didnt trust him enough to share this part of my life with him but he was wrong.
Really wrong and way wrong.
I did trust him it was just that I didn't know if I could finish this part while still feeling alright.
I would end up sick
I would end up not waking up in the morning.
I would just scare him.
"What do you want me to say then Abelardo.
That my own uncle killed my father!
That I watched my own father being murdered?" I screamed looking at him.
Then he froze.
"I... I... " He said coming toward me.
"Save it Abelardo I don't need it." I said removing his hands that were on me.
I didn't want to be touched.
"They made sure I watched him die.
It was on a Monday I remember.
He was suppose to come and help me with my home work.
Before that my father was sick before.
Really sick and he was starting to recover well when they sent him home after along time of him not being home.
I was happy and after a week he was back to the father who did chores helped but this time round he had no job and we were bound to go broke.
That day was his second week on a Monday he told me he would come early and help me with my homework since he understood more than me."
"There was this thing out neighborhood used to do every year in April which was all of them they prepare a trip and go for a week.
My family never participated because we had no money and this time my father's friend decided to stay.
His name was Dominic but my father called him Dom.
The neighbourhood was totally empty like almost no one was there except in four houses and mine.
I was standing at the road well next to the road when a group of people dressed in black appeared from no where and circled my dad.
They were seventeen people I remember.
Fourteen of them held my father tight and when I was about to scream I felt a hand on my mouth and another person holding both my hands behind on my back.
I watched one take out those big knives from the pants he was wearing and cut off my father's wrist.
I was horrified and felt like fainting at the spot.
Another took the fingers from his right hand and started choking the off each one by each one.
The same person cut his arm into half then rose the half broken arm and cut it from the shoulder.
My father fell on his knees looking at me as I was shaking looking at him but he shook his head and tried to show me a smile.
Then the went to the leg.
They rose his feet he was still struggling even when he looked like half of his blood was out.
They cut his feet off leaving him to lay on his stomach.
Without his feet
Without his fingers on his left arm and without a right arm.
How could people be so cruel
Two of them rose both his legs then at the same time they cut them for his knee joint making me bite the hand that was blocking my screams for help.
Then they went to his thighs they cut them at hem of his hips leaving him completely limb.
Then they came to the deadly part.
The parts that they wanted the most.
One of them rolled him puting him on his back.
My father looked dead lifeless.
And I knew it was the last time I was going to talk to my father.
Then they took a dagger.
Before they could stab him i swear he winked at me.
My father was almost dead but he found the energy to wink at me and flash me a smile.
That didn't case anything except it made me sob loudly.
They they stabbed him opening his stomach and chest wide.
I could literally see what was there.
I saw his freaking heart Abelardo." I said putting my head in palms sand sobbing loudly.
I was tired of running away from this commitment.
"That was not enough for them Abelardo.
He was already dead but they cut off his head and one of them slowly walked towards me.
He kept the head right next to my feet.
I remember looking down and seeing the head of my father like he was looking at me.
No emotions he was dead
That was when they released me.
I screamed.
I screamed to the top of my lungs and my mom came out almost immediately.
When she saw what was there it was like she got paralyzed for ten minutes then she looked in my direction.
The only thing she said was "my child they left her mentally broken" " I finished wiping off my tears.
