The Puppeteer Part 3

The Puppeteer - His pain

"You fucking useless child!!!"

"Dad.... please forgive me!!"

"Shut up!! You bastard!! Why the fuck won't you just stay I'm your room!!"

"I'm sorry ahh!! I'm hungry please dad!!!"

"Ahhh!!! Mommy!!!"

...

Zylen woke up in sharp gasps, his one eye was dark and bruised, sorrow is the colour of his eye, living in bitter past and unforgiving memories he couldn't take anymore. Unwillingly, his body trembles and he was covered with cold sweat. As consciousness absorbs into his body he started to feel burning stinging pain all over his wounds. He couldn't even scream, the pain was too much..what happened to him?

Stuck in his overwhelming fear and flashes of his nightmares. He remember how violent his father was to him. How unforgiving he was to him. How much he hurt him like he wanted to kill him..how he yelled at him..how much he beat his small body while he was begging. He could hear the yelling.. he could hear the stomping sounds of him breaking things and throw stuff to him

..and the sound of his body stomp to the floor with each assault he received.

He could swear, he felt his father is around until he squirm into himself , swallowed by fear.. muttering words he couldn't form anymore

"S-..-ry.. ad.."

Scared.

Alone.

Pain.

The floor is so cold..so unforgiving as it piercing though his wounds, shaking him to his core.

Zylen didn't dare himself to lift up his head to look around.. to see his father's legs, to see flashes of beating..
And even the fear of pain on his bones cracks and his wounds shreds as he move.

"S-..ry.....om..help..-e"

He heard him, the rough voice of his father.. yelling to him, cursing at him, crushing him more and more until he believe he could die from heartbreak.

His swelling chest force him to breath harder, and by that deep last inhale before he broke into tears he heard another squek, another whimper than himself

Zylen froze, he slowly look down only to see the small baby in his arms is crying, helpless, tired, innocent. Squeezed by his trembling body

Panic took over him, how could he forget about his own child? How could he forget about his precious one? That child .. this innocent child have nothing to do with his pain, he shouldn't let the baby felt scared.

..or suffer as he does

.. why is he so useless

..baby..

..no..no please ..

Accidentally forgetting the condition on his body, he quickly get up to check on the baby, sharp gasps escape his lips as sharp pain filled his body and head, he felt dizzy and his vision darkened for a while. The sound of his bones cracking with the chains could he heard clearly. But he tried his best to ignore it, desperately checking on the baby, making sure the small body won't receive any wounds or bumps. He pray so much until he almost cry, his broken heart yearn so much to see the baby unharmed. He unwrapped the towel slowly with his shaking torn up hand to find the baby is not hurt anywhere and it almost makes Zylen cry with how relieved he felt. His blurry vision was filled with tears, his vision cleared as his tears dropped on the baby.

..baby..is not hurt..

..thank you.. thank you so much god..

He remember how Connel's family would be very thankful to God on dining table, he never know who is that God, but he felt so relieved until he thanked Him.