Wrath

By Prabalta Rijal

Her hands were stained in blood,the knife she had used to stab him nestled beneath her as she gently placed his head on her lap and kissed his forehead.She never wanted things to end this way,tears started welling down her face and on to his smooth forehead.

"Im sorry hun," she whispered into his ears hoping against all hopes that he could hear her.She still loved him,had always been in love with him."Come back to me,she wailed now unable to take it anymore.She hadnt realised that it would hurt so much. Hadn't planned for this.She cradled him in her arms unable to bear the piercing pain that engulfed her.

He had cheated on her beaten her up, beaten their eight year old up so hard that he was in the ICU.How she wished she hadn't found him in bed with someone else. How she wished she hadn't come home to get a few of Sam's stuff.

Sam was a meek lil soul,who had always hated being around his father.In his short eight years of life Sam had endured massive physical abuse.His father would beat him up for absolutely everything, not a single day would go by without him getting spanked.

His innocent brown eyes would look up at his father,as if asking him what he had done wrong.But the brutal fool wouldn't even feel guilty about it.He would just walk out with a smirk on his face while his child trembled in a pool of blood.

 Sarah had tried to stop him so many times but he was just too strong for her and would bash her head against the wall and whip her till she bled before locking her up and angrily walking into their child's room and whipping him mercilessly till he bled.The minute she was let out would rush to see her child.Many a times she would find him trembling in pain on the bed where his father whipped him.She would patch him up,feed him painkillers and put him to sleep.She loved him immensely but there was nothing she could do.

At the crack of dawn she would sneak Sam out of the house and take him to the hospital, the hospital staff was used to this young child being brought there in a battered state.When he was just five he had been brought to the hospital with two broken ribs and his entire face swollen.

How Sam survived this brutality was a miracle.Little Sam was a well disciplined child,he loved painting and would spend days on end painting his dreams on canvas.But not all his paintings were light hearted.There were a few in which he had painted the dark and morbid reality he lived through every single day.One such painting had caught Sarah's attention.--It was a painting of Sam lying sprawled onto her lap after a brutal beating, she wore a torn blouse and was in tears as her husband's shadow lurked closer towards them.

It was after seeing that particular painting, that she realised how talented her little boy was.No one had taught Sam how to paint.He had never attended a single painting lesson,but never the less he painted like a pro. After seeing that painting, she wanted to take Sam to counseling he needed someone he could talk to without the fear of being beaten.

"Tomorrow I shall take Sam to the counselor at the orphanage," she had thought to herself but that tomorrow never came. That evening her husband walked into the house in a bad mood, not that he was ever in a good mood, but she could tell from his face that something was really wrong.

Her heart started pounding as he walked into the kitchen where she was preparing dinner and boomed,"where's that son of yours," Sarah gasped out in fear of what was coming next.

"He is upstairs,he isnt feeling too well and needs to rest. Why dont you sit down,I was just about to brew some coffee for myself.You look like you could do with a cup," she said mustering every ounce of courage in her, in an effort to divert his thoughts from the child.

"That rascal,"he boomed even more loudly now,"how the f**k can he sleep at this hour!" And like a lightening bolt he got up and walked towards the door. "Wait,Andrew please, wait," Sarah called out rushing after him but by the time she got to him he had already started beating poor Sam. Sam was so used to it by now that he didnt even whimper or move a whisker just let his father walk all over him. Sarah rushed over to protect her child,but Andrew was just too strong for her and like always he bashed her head against the wall. Took a whip out and slashed it at her back and thighs till she bled. still trying hard to stop him she tugged at his leg. This enraged Andrew further, and he stumped her with his boot until she went numb with pain.

Still enraged by all this Andrew took one last look at the two near to lifeless bodies sprawled on to the floor and walked out of the door smiling to himself. He started whistling on his way out.He felt much better now that he had taken care of the problems in his life.

. "Stupid woman, instead of thanking me for helping her discipline that child she stops me.Oh she will spoil him cranny, if this continues," he muttered before walking out of the room.

Sarah was an orphan,both her parents had passed away when she was very young so she had tried really hard to save her marriage. It was Andrew that had given her a home and she wanted to cherish every moment of it,but things had gotten way out of hand.She had long started feeling like she was trapped in hell,with no way out.

Andrew hadn't always been so cruel.It was only after Sam was born that he had changed. He had lost alot of money that year in the share market and somehow seemed to blame Sam for it. The day Sam was born,Andrew had to declare bankruptcy and they lost next to  everything-- except a  factory that had been transferred to Sarah  a few years back and the house they were living in.

Instead of trying to make ends meet,Andrew had resorted to drinking and no matter how hard Sarah tried,things  just got worse.

Sarah had to drag herself on to her feet, she could feel blood dripping from her thighs but she needed to get Sam to the hospital, the sight of her son lying lifeless on the floor was unbearable. She scooped her little boy into her arms and rushed to the door unable to stop herself from crying. Sam's entire body was bruised she could feel him trembling.As she slowly pulled him close to her chest he winced in pain.His face look like a blue berry his cheeks had gone blue black where he had been punched. You could see Andrew's shoe prints on his back and arms. The whip had sheared through his baby soft skin creating deep gorge like cuts. Sam was bleeding profusely and required immediate attention.

She placed  Sam on to the rear seat and raced him to the county hospital which was three blocks away from where they lived.She could see people look at her as she parked her car infront of the emergency ward and ran clumsily into the hospital to get help.  The emergency care personnel who put Sam on to a stretcher and raced him into the hospital took one glance at Sarah and asked for another stretcher but Sarah refused. All she wanted was for them to treat her child, who was lying there unconscious from the pain that had been inflicted on him.

 The doctor's were trying really hard to stabalise Sam's condition.It was only after they had shifted him into the ICU that she came home to get a few of his stuff. She had just opened the front door when she heard soft music playing.

Confused, she followed the sound to where it was coming from. She could hear muffled voices and moaning coming from her bedroom. Still finding it hard to believe she slowly opened the door and walked into her room only to find her husband naked on top of another lady.

He had brought another woman into her room they were on her bed! She stood there silently watching them before tiptoeing back to the kitchen, grabbing a knife and walking back to her bedroom.

She could hear them moaning as she flung the knife over her head and stabbed him on his back, the knife sliced through his soft skin and jammed into his lungs. He didnt know what hit him. " You son of a bitch," Sarah screamed before pulling the knife out and stabbing him again.

 He let out an awful wail and tried to turn around but before he could Sarah stabbed him again. Too frightened to utter a word the lady lying beneath him dashed out of the room and onto the street still butt naked at the sight of Sarah.

 She hadn't felt this angry in years,their son was in he hospital fighting for his life and Andrew was having sex in her room on their bed with one of his hoers."Oh how her blood had boiled," she hadn't meant to kill him but he was dead and she felt no remorse.

She should have killed him a long time ago at least Sam wouldn't have suffered his father's wrath.

Her clothes were now stained red and she was sitting in a pool of blood. For the first time the blood on the floor wasn't Sam's.Pushing him away, she stripped off all her blood stained clothes and walked into the shower.