The Puppeteer Part 3

The Puppeteer - A father who was once a child

For a few days later Zylen was left laying on the floor. William stays in his room even more frequently. He only went out for food, toilet, feed the baby, change Zylen's bandages then went straight back to his room.

Leaving Zylen unconscious on the floor

And the baby leaning to his cribs crying.

For many days Zylen stay in his state, still recovering from the wounds he had ..and what he had before..

Even in his deep sleep state.. sometimes hebl had tears flowing down his face when he heard his baby cried.. he tried to get up many many times but he can't.. he was stuck between the realm of sleep and another realm of conscious.. but in those dreams he saw nothing.. it was pure darkness .. all black.. but he could hear his baby wailings ..

It was hurt for the young father to hear the small angel cried.. the baby had tried to reach for his father between the gap of his crib..

While Zylen could only twitch his fingers once in a while..

..baby ..

Zylen really want to pick up his son, wrap his small figure in his arms to ensure him he is safe.. to kiss him to let him know he is loved ..

But he can't ..

He can't even wake up..

Then the memories of his young life came rushing in and replay in his dream..

In that dream.. he found himself in a dark trapped space where his own breathing could be heard..

He was sobbing..

Pressing his small hand to his stomach, curled to a ball and lay on his front.

"..m..mommy ....mom..-my.."

He was starved.. the mother who would secretly have him food has not come in time as she always does.. and he can't hold it much longer..

The next thing he did was wail ..

"Mama...Mama" he called for her and it doesn't took long before he saw the door upon him as been open, the lights behind the door revealed his location..

He was locked in the closet.. or more closer to a store room.. the cramp space was surrounded by pails, brooms, mop, shovels and the rest of those kind..

He paused his wailing, and whimpered so hard, peeking so slowly to see what was revealed to him. Eyes red and wet from crying too much. Dirty..face bruised.. from beatings he had.. even his whole small body is shaking. Pees and poos could be found on the floor.. his hair was dry and tangled.. covered by a pair of pyjamas his mother bought for him.. and he has been wearing those forever..

And what he saw next, even it was a dark shadow.. he know who it was "..da-!!"

His small words was cut short.. when he was dragged to sit by his small arms.. "I told you to shut up!!! Are you deaf huh!!?" He shakes the small angel.. like a rag doll..

The child was too shock to even react, he froze, eyes locked on the man who is his father, wide, wet and red..

..food..

..hungry..

"..Da-"

Smack

The child gasp... Then he wailed

Another smack "shut up!!!"

"Shut!!" Smack. "Mama!!!!!"

"The!!" Smack "Ma-!!"

"Fuck" smack "..dad.."

"Up!!!" Back handed.. he let him go..

The poor child drop himself to the floor, face down to the floor.. crying .. covering his face with his small palms ..

The large man coldly close the door, leaving the poor child in darkness again.

Even as a child Zylen never had a room for himself.. even if he does the was nothing in there.. just a bed someone gave to them which Zylen doesn't remember sleeping on.. and a small box with his clothes inside.. he was always locked in the storeroom..

After some time he heard his mother cooking.. and it jolted him up to sit.. can't wait for leftovers..

Which never came..

He heard them at the table..

He know his parents is eating..

And he wait... and wait.. very patiently

Tears all over his face..

He suck on his fingers as he whimpered very slowly.. holding himself from wailing.. the swelling that build up in his small chest as he heard his parents are talking.. laughing at the table.. spoon touching the glass.. the bowl.. the sound of the drinks being poured..

..mom.. mom..mom...

..Mommy..mommy...

..hungry..

..food..

How much he wish he could be there with them at the table.. eating and laughing..he wanted to be there.. not here in this closet..alone.. dark..hungry..

He wait.. and wait..

Until they were done..

Zylen has started licking his palm, sucking on the taste of his skin..

..he was waiting for his father to leave.. he know once he leave his mother would give him something to eat..

He wait and wait..

But what he heard next was nothing..

As if both of them has left the space..

He wait and wait

Crying.. squirming his feet keep trying to hold on

In the middle of the night however..was his limit.. he can't hold it any longer.... he break into cry..wailed so hard..his small tummy hurt too much..

..food ..

..mama...

..dad..

..hurt..

..hurt...

And just like before.. his father came, heavy stomping footsteps..

The next thing the closet was opened so fast..

And Zylen was assaulted.

He was lashed with leather belt.. crying.. screaming.. pleading.. was heard all over again..

He finally stop, but he's not done yet..

The boy was grabbed, pulled out from the closet only to be thrown into it again, this time it was fully intentional.. he throw Zylen to the closet.. his small body hits the wall and bounce back the the floor..

The child can't even scream.

When he hits the floor he was at his limit. But Fred..said something else.. disgusted..

"Hey! What the fuck did you put on my floor!? Fuck!!" He realized it was the poos on the small angel staining the floor..

"You're fucking kidding me!! You're cleaning this you hear me!!?"

Even the child was in the verge of passing out.. he drag the boy and press his small face on the poo "this is how you eat you hear me? Nothing special.. just for the likes of you.. "

..ma..ma..

He passed out..

The next time they left him to starved.. the boy has been waiting in the store for too long..

..he cried..

..and cried silently

Weeping very slowly..

By the time when Libby finally show up and open the door..

She found Zylen with eyes so bruised..She dropped what she was holding..

Shee found Zylen eating his own shit.......

Zylen was three..