Flashes of Sanity #172: Forgiving Father

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Today’s entry: Forgiving Father


“Lousy cretins, that’s what you are.” A bottle flew across the kitchen. It missed the wall and went into the living room. It hit Leo in the head and both crashed onto the carpet.
“Nothing but spoiled brats.”
Leo screamed his pain out into the room. His brothers stood beside him and looked. All except Felix. He was dozed off on the couch.
“What did I say about disturbing me?” Arthur came running into the living room He found the screaming son. He found the bottle. The cork came of. He poured the drink down his throat.
“I told you to never disturb me!”
The kid didn’t stop. Not even when Arthur grabbed the shoulders and shook the boy. He threw Leo back to the floor.
“I know how to silence you, you failed slobs.” Arthur disappeared into the kitchen. When he came back, he had another bottle in his hand.
“It took down that miserable sod of a brother you have. It will do the same with you!”
He pressed the boy’s cheeks together and forced the mouth open. The screams were muffled by the bottle. The blank liquid stopped them completely.
The boy coughed it up, Arthur pushed the bottle further down. “Drink, your miserable prick.”
Arms and legs fought to get free, but a father is always stronger than his sons. “Drink!”
The blankness went down. Arthur threw the bottle away and pressed his hands against the mouth when it all came pouring up. Leo swallowed while looking into the eyes of a father he once thought he loved.
“Now, go,” Arthur said and released Leo. He turned to the seven sons remaining. “Anyone else who wants to test me?”
The seven answered with silence as they watched their little brother stumble to the couch. Leo tripped and hit his head against the table. Not even a whimper left his lips, and the little boy didn’t rise after.
“I thought so,” Arthur turned back to the kitchen. “Now leave your father alone until dinner, okay?”
No son moved until dinner. When he called for them, they only hesitantly moved away from their corner in the shadows.

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