Capítulo 8: Why I hate Domestic Violence
I saw my sister crying silently and seeing this I ran towards and hugged her, she was probably surprised at my sudden hug and then hugged me back.
I was worried about her and wanted to ask why was she crying right now but she beat me to it and said.
"Everything will be okay from now on"
"We will not get hurt anymore"
I didn't understand the meaning of her words so I tried asking her when I suddenly saw my father lying on the only bed in the house.
My sister started to slowly tell me everything that happened the day after I had gone to play.
Today was the happiest day of my life.
It was morning and my sister started to happily sing and cook food, I can't remember If I had ever seen her this happy in my entire life.
She slowly put a full meal on the table that was not only enough for both of us but also nutritious.
I started to eat the food filling my entire stomach while my sister also ate while watching me happily.
It had been a while since we actually had a good and peaceful breakfast.
I started to get up and saw my sister going to my father's room with food in her hands, I happily exited the house and started to run to find him.
I wanted to thank him for helping us even though the treatment I gave him was horrible, I wanted to help him as he helped me.
I wanted to be his friend.
I ran around the entire village many times to find him and at last, I saw him alone humming and walking in the fields.
I ran towards him and shouted with all the strength in my lungs.
"DUSTINNNNNNNNN"
He finally noticed me and looked at me with his sharp gaze, I never understood what he was thinking and even though he sometimes scared me with his eyes, I still said what I desperately wanted to say.
"SORRY"
"What"
"I am sorry for everything"
My face became red when I said these words, I looked at his face to expect any kind of response from him but he silently looked at me without saying anything.
I fumbled for words and said to him in a slow and clumsy manner.
"Sorry is not only the thing I want to say to you but I want to thank you for something that you did that helped me-no helped us"
"Dustin. Thank you for everything"
I looked at him gratefully and said those words with all my feelings in them.
He looked at me from top to bottom like he was analyzing something which was really creepy for a 5-6-year-old child.
He modestly said these words to me like some kind of saint or an angel that came from heaven.
"I didn't do this for you or your family-No to be more correct I didn't actually do anything, the old man solved your family's problem, all I did was tell him a little bit about you"
"That's enough for me, even though it might not be anything for you but you saved us-you are our hero"
Hearing our words he awkwardly took some distance from me but I covered the distance in a second.
He might have realized I might not let him go without him hearing everything I had to say so he just sighed and said.
"What do you want"
I heard his words and thought that I had apologized and thanked him so what else did I want to say to him?
"Would you be my friend"
"NO"
The moment I requested him to be my friend he turned me down without any hesitation, I froze upon hearing his words and turned pale.
"Sorry"
I again apologized to him and started to run towards my home in embarrassment.
I understood that it was wrong for me to even expect to be his friend, I mean what kind of bully befriends his victim?
I reached my home opened the door of my house and jumped into my sister's embrace and started crying like the child I was.
She looked at me with worry and started to ask me what was wrong but I didn't tell her anything as not only I was embarrassed but I didn't want to bring any sort of trouble to Dustin.
I calmed down after some time and looked at my sister and she just sighed and started to ruffle my hair.
I sighed that I always make her worry and promised that I would become a strong person just like Dustin.
I knew it might be hard for me to change from a crybaby but I would still try to change myself.
My sister stood up and started to make food for us, usually, we would only eat once a day but from now we can happily take 3 meals a day.
Suddenly shouts started to come from my father's room but we ignored them as we no longer had any fear of him.
I mean no matter how much he shouts and threatens us, I don't think a crippled person is capable of bringing fear and despair upon us again.
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