MONSTER IN MY BED

Hello everyone welcome to MONSTER IN MY BED, before starting this book please I would love to warn you that this book contains some murder description and awful scene but warning will be placed at every chapter before the scenes, so please If you feel triggered you can skip, thank you.

25 August 1998

There are memories always embedded in our heads even when we try to forget about them they still remain – something you can never escape from just like that faithful day.

It was a cold and windy night and as usual I laid on my bed with my eyes closed just like my mum had instructed. I never understood why my dad was always like this but mum often said that he loved us and he was just going through some rough time, I never understood it no matter how hard she explained it because I had no good memory of him.

I heard a creek from the door downstairs which made me close my eyes tightly, I could hear my mum and dad whispering...

I said to myself in silence "maybe this wasn't like other days" as I climbed down my bed and walked towards the door opening it slightly trying to see what was going on

" I'm not drunk! I just had a drink with my friends. There's a difference which means we can now talk right here and now" my father staggered at the front door with a bottle in his hand

My mum in her confusion did want to make this anymore an issue decided to let it go "I understand you are not drunk, I would like for us to discuss about this in the morning when you feel a lot better" my mum stated gently taking off his coat. I couldn't see anything more so I took a step out of my room and slowly moved to the top of the stairs for a better view

" I feel better now!" He yelled

" woman, can you just say it here" he added throwing the bottle in his hand to the floor which made my mum flinch, I covered my ears...

I was wrong today wasn't any better.

" Would you calm down. you're going to wake up the boy, he's asleep" my mom said in a low tone trying her best to calm him down

" Then he should be awake" on hearing this my mom's eyes bulge open in disbelief

" He needs to know how to control his family!" he added, pushing my mum out of his way. Which caused her to loose her balance and fall on the broken glass that were scattered all over the floor.

I hurried back to my room and dived into my bed throwing the sheets over my head almost immediately, I closed my eyes as tight as I could, as though it would change anything. I could hear his aggressive footsteps coming up the stairs, I could also hear my mum screaming. " No! let him be he's just a child". I could hear their voices getting closer and closer which made me more terrified, I knew exactly what followed next. My heart sank and my stomach coiled as soon as my door swung open and I closed my eyes even tighter than before.

"Don't you dare touch my son!!" I could hear the quivering voice of my mother as she tried to stop him, her action were rewarded with a loud slap causing my mum to fall to ground. My father footsteps came closer to my bed and he grabbed me by the hand causing shivers to run down my spine.

" WAKE UP BOY!" he yelled lifting me up from the bed but the fear in me prevented me from opening my eyes... I just wished this day would finally come to an end.

" I SAID WAKE UP!!!" the pitch of his voice became louder and tears rolled down my cheeks as I finally opened my eyes. " Let him go please" my mother pleaded grabbing hold of his hand, she was trying her possible best to stop him from taking me but it was of no use, he pushed her to the floor and threw me over his shoulder before taking me down stairs.

Everyday was just like this, I had no idea what was happening next. He took me into the kitchen placing me on the counter, waiting for my mum to get down as he grabbed a knife from the kitchen table. My mum rushed into the kitchen, " No please just let him go, he's only 6. He doesn't understand what's happening please" she pleaded.

" So, you're going to tell me what you wanted to say earlier?" he asked as he pressed the cold steel on my neck. '' Mum" I screamed but my voice came out rather small... I was so scared.

" Shut your damn mouth!!" my dad voice raged like thunder.

" And you" he said referring to my mum "tell me now, if you don't want to see your son's dead body on the floor!".

I could still remember seeing the fear in my mum's eyes and the blood dripping down her arm, I knew this was all my fault but I would never have wanted this sort of thing to happen. I never wanted this- I never asked for it.

He pressed the knife to my skin which caused blood to rush down my neck. "Tell me!!" He yelled blood dripped down my neck on seeing the blood my mum screamed, " I want a divorce, I can't take this anymore, I want this to be over" she finally spoke up.

My father busted out laughing which made me wonder 'how any of this was funny'. Everything happening was just so confusing, "You want a divorce really? you really want a divorce? do you think that is possible. Do you think I would ever let you go?" he asked still with a smile on her face.

"Yes, I want to leave you, you're nothing but a monster" she cried as she fell on her knees

" You have the audacity to say that to my face" he removed his hand from me and dropped the knife on the counter and walked up to my mum.

" Look me into the eyes and say it again" he demanded

" Stay back" my mom spoke, she was referring to me, she didn't want me to move and fall off the counter.

" Repeat your words again!!" he yelled as he got close to her

" I want a divorce from you and I want my child as well!! you're nothing but a monster" she repeated

" How wonderful" he slapped her across the face, she screamed out in pain, seeing her in pain standing there and shouting for help as my father grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up towards himself caused me to loose all composure.

" Leave her alone" I screamed at the top of my lungs which made him stop and look at my direction, I was furious, I couldn't tell understand my reason for being so furious, was it anger or fear. But all I knew was I wanted him to stop hurting her.

" Or else what?" he yelled back which made me go mute, I just stood and stared at him as fear creeped back into me.

" You are just as useless as your mother" he said before turning back towards her to hit her again, I needed to do something and fast. I looked at the counter where he placed the knife and I grabbed it... I didn't understand what I was doing but I just followed my instinct, getting down was the issue, my mum already told me not to move and the kitchen counter was very high.

I looked at it for a while before making up my mind to jump, I didn't care if I got hurt, it wasn't compared to the pain that my mum was passing through. After a long thought I finally jumped down from the counter, To my biggest surprise I landed on my feet, my father turned towards me with a smirk on his face.

" Good, that it! be a man" he said as he left my mom and placed his attention on me. " Please leave him alone" she said in a faint voice, still crying he'd finally let her go and was walking towards my direction.

" You see that?" he said pointing to my mum who was crying on the floor, with blood flowing from her nose, " She's the definition of weakness, don't ever be like that. You always have to make a decisions to strike first but be careful, don't just watch" he said giving me a smile. I couldn't tell which was more scary: him smiling or when he was mad.

" You are my boy, I expect great things from you. Remember the people you love must all be under your command and control at all times" he said as he removed the knife from my hand returning it back to its original position and carried me in his arms. Tears were rolling down my face which he cleaned and gave me a warm smile. " Men don't cry and men always make the right decisions" he said carrying me back to my room. That was one lesson I never forgot – don't wait before you striking, always strike first.