He always knew that a time would come, when he would have to explain himself to the world. Though through his mind's eyes, he saw nothing wrong with his actions. There is nothing wrong with my actions, he would mumble to himself. I'm a regular guy just like everybody else. Don't I take care of my family, he would often ask himself? To hell with the world then, if it considers my behaviour out of the ordinary. There are so many horrors in this world, but nothing is being done about them. People are killing each other for nothing. You have your violence here and your violence there. But I know that they would hang me, if they ever find out about me. Therefore, I've to keep this hidden, I shall keep it hidden. On and on he kept talking to himself like a troubled man. For Christ's sakes, why can't the world understand me, why can't the world understand me, he kept on asking?
The sun will soon set and the moon will aglow. The wife would be out on her night shift, and the game would commence. I hope that she would not call in sick though. she said that she was not feeling well this morning. But she has to go, she must go and she would go. That witch loves her work more than life itself.she wasn't always like this, you know? There was a time when she had time for me. She would cook and clean for me. But now, she doesn't give a damn. This so-called women emancipation bullshit, has polluted the minds of all the women. Give a woman a job, an education, a little money and it's all over. Damn how things have changed, he said to himself. Darling I'm off to work, the wife said. See you next morning and off she went.
He stood by the window, watched her drove away before heading towards their daughter's bedroom. She was half asleep, but he woke her up. Sweet heart, wake up, wake up, Daddy is here. I've got milk and cookies for you, wake up. His eleven year old daughter woke up, and sat straight on her bed. Drink up and then we would play, the father said. Do you like playing with Daddy, he asked? Yes you do, don't you? The father laid on the bed, unzipped his trousers, and asked his daughter to sit on his cock. The little girl screamed, Daddy, Daddy it hurts. But the father said, hang on, it's almost done. It's almost done. Sweat heart, Daddy love you so much. You know that, don't you? Now, don't tell anybody about this, okay? The little girl replied and said, yes Daddy. You promise, the father asked? Yes Daddy, I promise. That's my girl, the father said.
The wife returned from her night shift both exhausted, and tired as usual. Her husband was preparing himself for work. Their daughter, who should've been downstairs by now was still in her bedroom. Pumpkin, pumpkin, where are you? After several futile attempts to get her to come down, the mother angrily went upstairs. What's wrong with you, the mother asked? Didn't you hear me calling you? You don't want to be late for school or do you? Get up and giddy up, the mother said. Mammy, I'm not going to school today, the daughter said. Why sweet heart, pumpkin why? The little girl tried to explain, but fainted. The mother in a state of panic lifts her daughter up. Right there on the bed blood and more blood. It looks like her daughter has been bleeding profusely from her vagina. After dialing the ambulance, the husband came upstairs.
Their daughter is rushed to the hospital, unconscious. The doctors and nurses try to re-animate her, but to no avail. She dies. Autopsy report reveals that she died as a result of hypovolemia (low blood volume). Moreover, the doctors confirmed that her vagina was heavily fractured. Indeed, that little girl must have been brutally penetrated. The father admits to wrongful doing. But then goes on to say that he felt neglected by the wife. My wife is married to her work, and she no longer has time for me. I was therefore trying to love my wife through my daughter, he said. That's all.
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