He slapped her face hard, turning it red like tomatoes, and his face was in range as if he was about to kill her at any time. "You are the one who has caused this misery. I wasn't born this way. I married you because I truly believed you loved me, but I was mistaken while we were living together. I can't even count how many men you have, and don't lie about it because not only once do I see you fucking them for your own pleasure and you keep on doing it. You can even sell your dignity for money. So don't blame me for this; you created this monster inside me!" He pointed his finger at her. "I'm done being myrtr, and I'm done with your bullshit, Devina!” he yelled madly, "You are driving me crazy!" He went crazy. He was brokenhearted and lost, and the alcohol was driving him insane.
"But it doesn't mean you had to hurt my mom to the point you are going to kill her!" Devon innocently screamed. "You deserve it if my mother wasn't happy with you! I hate you!"
He held his chin tightly, clenched his jaw, and deadly stared at him. "I pity you. Despite everything you know about your mother, she used you as her moneymaker of course you didn’t know it since you look up to your mother. But not me, I would have been a criminal if I were you. Kill everything, she loves; eradicate her."
His mother violently removed his father's hand from his chin. "Don't make my child become like you! Don’t take his innocent to be evil!"
"I was a human before, but not until you made me the most hateful character in our son's story. But it doesn't matter; let's all go to hell together." He violently grabbed his mom's crown head and dragged her while struggling with both hands holding her hair because her hair was about to fall out from the pain of holding and pulling her into their room.
Devon tries to take his father's hands off his mother's hair. He already lost his sanity and doesn’t care what’s right and wrong. His dad locked the door when they reached their room, and there his father continued beating his mother while his mom shouted for help and begged him to stop. Devon could only shout frustratedly and cry like a river while banging on the door and screaming to open it.
"Let go of Mom, Dad! I beg you! I promised to be good to you! Please... I begged you... don't hurt mom... don't kill h-her," he cried agony as he begged.
But the beatings continued, and his mom continued to beg and cry in pain. He has also lost his sanity, and his knocking on the door has become louder, wanting to break the door. He did nothing but break down in the door and cry and beg like his mother, who was being beaten.
"Mom!!!" He just sat on the floor, leaned his face against the door, and crawled.
It almost took an hour before his father unlocked the door, fixing his belt and his pants zipper like he was just done doing something, and when his eyes darted in his mom's direction, his eyes turned dark, and he looked deadly at his father. "I'm going to kill you!" He took action after seeing her mom full of bruises and bleeding, and his mom's clothes were torn out, but his father only stopped him in the head because he was only a child, so it was easy to stop him from hurting him. His hands tried to reach out to hurt him, but his fists were too small to hurt his father.
"I hope you were like this when you saw your mom having sex with someone else. I don't even know why I had you as my child if you are as useless as your mom," he commented.
"Because you are my father. Shame on you!" He spit on his face.
"I just became useless when you let your mom get fucked by other men. But don't worry; I won't kill you and your mother that easily. I haven't charged her the interest yet. I only get what your mother owes me." He harshly let his face go and left the house.
Devon gave his father a deadly stare until he left the house and rushed toward his mom. "Mom, are you okay?" he asked in a shivering tone while tears streamed down her face.
He gently lifted the head of his unconscious mother because of the extreme violence that happened to her, and then he hugged her tightly. He didn't leave his mother's side and just cried beside her while hugging his mother's neck. At this moment, he promised that he would avenge his mother for what happened to her. If his father needs to be gone for good so that they will no longer experience this kind of abuse from his father's cruelty, he will gladly be a criminal.
One week later, Devon saw an injured dog who broke his legs. He walked toward the laying dog. The dog whined in pain as tears fell in the dog's eyes. "Poor you. Suffering from pain. Don't worry, I'll help you." He grabbed a bullpen in his bag before he stabbed it into the dog's neck. To prevent the dog from making noise, he covered the dog's mouth. "Shh, you won't suffer anymore." He grinned.
Devon became a different person every time he watched his father beat his mom and him; he felt like a pin bomb that wanted to explore every time he was triggered. He becomes unpredictable and violent. He beats his classmates whenever they make fun of him, or even if they don't do anything, he will go and do something insidious. Now he enjoys everyone's sorrows.
Devon was walking in their apartment hallway to their home, and he knitted his forehead when he saw a man just go out to their house. When their eyes met, the man grinned, which made him more confused.
He found his father writhing in pain as if something was blocking his throat from breathing, as if he had been poisoned, while his two hands were holding his throat. "H-help m-me," his father tried to reach him, but he was muddled staring at him, but after realizing the situation, an evil thought appeared in his mind. "God is helping me out. This is my chance to make him pay for everything he did to my mom and me." Instead of helping his father, he rushed to the kitchen and opened the drawer to find a knife, and there he saw a long knife and grabbed it as he ran back to his father.
His eyes were terrified when he saw the sharp and long knife he was holding as he slowly walked closer to his father, who was struggling because he was struggling to breathe. It was difficult for him to see clearly and walk properly. "W-what are you p-planning?" he stammered in fear.
"The devil is also afraid. Why is it that you didn't feel sorry for Mom and me? Do you even deserve to feel emotions at all? Now feel the fear every time you raise your hand to us until we bleed and borrow a face from a dog."
"A-Are y-you trying to k-kill your own father?!"
"You are no longer my father and will never be. For me, you are just a monster that I need to kill. Compared to all the people and animals that I end with my bare hands, you are my goal, and there are only my pieces of training to kill you."
"No! Let's talk. Let me live. I promised I wouldn't hurt your mother or you again. J-just p-please spare m-me," he begs.
"When I begged you not to hurt my mom, did you feel sorry? No, right? So why do I feel sorry for you now?"
"I am your father! How could you harm your father!"
"She’s also your wife and I am your son!"
"I'm sorry! Alright! I'm sorry! You should understand me; I did that because your mom betrayed me first. Not only did she cheat on me, but in all the years we've been married, she has never loved me. I was such a fool to make myself believe that she would learn to love me, but no," he paused and continued, "Your mom just used me not because she loves me and I trusted her because I was blinded by love. Do you understand me?" He was trying to make him understand while his voice was shaking pitifully. But the boy just stared back blankly, unable to comprehend the depth of his father's pain. He was too young to understand the complexities of adult relationships, but he could see the tears in his father's eyes. But something inside him felt so weird that it felt so good. His father was hurting painfully, and what made him really happy was watching him die slowly.
"It's too late. Because I enjoyed watching you beg while consuming in fear." A big smile showed on his face as he ran towards his father, ran over his body, slit his throat, and cut his arms and legs like he was cutting a pig.
He went to the mall to buy a waterbed with his father's money and a fake letter that approved him to buy the stuff he needed. Since he's a kid, no one can think of the crime he committed, not even his mom, because his mom is not around until one week before she can go home from work. He cleaned the house to make sure nothing was left from the crime he committed, and when the waterbed mattress arrived, he decided to put his father's body on it since it was blue and no one could notice the dead body inside. When his mom went back home, there was a huge smile on Devon's face.
"Why is my son so happy? Who makes you smile like that?" Her mom asked as soon as she entered the house and looked around to find her husband.
Devon ran to her and hugged her. "Mom! We are free. Father left a note, and he said there he wouldn't be coming back anymore, and he was setting us free," he joyfully informed.
His mom sparkled in surprise. "Really? He did that." There's a joy in her voice. Devon immediately nodded.
"Omy! That's great, son! We can move out of this house!" His mother delightedly exclaimed and hugged him tightly. For many years, his father abused them both and relentlessly harassed his mother without her permission, further torturing her. Devon even beat the winner in the lottery