That Little Difference

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Adeola Oluwadamilola

The sound of my mother's scream is the first sound I hear as I wake up that morning.

Not again...

I hear the sound of my father's belt slashing in the air and it landing on my mother's back. I imagine the scene in my head. It terrifies me. He terrifies me...

I stand up from my bed feeling weak and tired because I haven't eaten in days. I jump up in startle, my heart beating faster and faster as the sound becomes louder and my mum's scream become louder too.

My heart broke for her. She suffers in the hands of that monster. Her supposed husband, my supposed father

I run out of my room when the scream became too loud to ignore. The scene before me shocks me to my bones.

Mum is on the floor and in a pool of her own blood while dad stands over her, a belt in one hand and an iron rod in another. He stares at his handwork for a moment and leaves the house. It was then Femi comes out of his room growling, fists clenching and unclenching by his side. I stand rooted on the spot and all I could do was cry

We are weak...

"Why?" I manage to croak out "Why do you keep allowing him to hurt you like this" I ask further. My mum turns to look at me and even with her blood stained face, I can still see the look of guilt in her eyes. Her eyes were dead, eye bags under her eyes because of lack of sleep, Her lips were dry, her hair was in a mess as a result of lack of combing and her skin bruised and battered as a result of my father's constant beating.

"Damilola" My mum manages to whisper. "I'm sorry" She apologizes

Ehn!

"I can't believe this, your apologizing to me after everything. Are we that weak? Why can't you file a case? Or get divorced? Or move? Why do we stay here every day and watch him maltreat us? And turn you to his personal punching bag" I say all in one breath.

"Dami, can't you see the state that she's in? If you don't want to help me get her to the hospital then go to your room". Femi, who has been quiet all this while orders

"Not until she answers my question," I reply

"Must you always act stubborn? How can she answer your question when she's like this? Do you think I don't have something to tell her or ask her? Fucking think. Infact go to your room NOW! " Femi shocks me by shouting because he never shouted.. he was the calm one out of both of us and always tried to control himself. He said it with a note of finality in his voice and his veins popping out by the side of his head

"No!" I shout right back and left the house. I hate when people told me what to do. It angers me. I am angry!

No,

I am livid!

I storm out of the house in a fit of rage, board a bike and went to Kosy's house..

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