His Purpose
184. Wicked: Wounds that Breed Cruelty

David Willis laughed. Finally Sandra decided to return to the habitat that should be.

The circle of that woman and Abhimanyu was clearly different. Sandra was born as an upper class from birth, completely incompatible with Abhimanyu who according to him is still poor despite the company of the man is growing rapidly.

David cackled his cigar softly. His eyes fell on the boy who was currently busy hugging Sandra's legs, trying to hide half of his face while peeking.

"Aaron Willis's. Now that's your name" David said.

Gibran looked up at his faithful mother who had been silent since. His face was flat without rippling. Gibran had never seen Sandra's face like that.

He did not dare to speak because Sandra also seemed reluctant to open her mouth. Gibran was eager to ask why they had to move abroad. Why don't Papa and El come.

The curiosity lingered in Gibran's mind for several days of living there. A large house like a palace with statues that look expensive. But, for Gibran the house was very gripping. The dark impression he could feel clearly.

Gibran is uncomfortable. He wants to go home with Papa and his cute little brother El. Gibran has no friends playing here.

"Mom, why aren't Papa and El invited? What if El wants mimi?" Gibran finally asked a question on one occasion.

Sandra replied indifferently. "El's grown up, he's stopped drinking ASI. And stop talking Papa and El. From today you're here with Mom and Grandpa."

Gibran closed his lips in lethargy. "But the creepy Grandpa. I'm scared, Mom."

A long sigh rang out from Sandra's mouth. He turned to look at Gibran who was standing right next to him. Sandra grabbed the child's shoulder until it was completely staring at each other.

"Don't say that again next time. You have to be a good boy here. Do not be naughty, and stop the habit of talking your slips if you do not want to be hit by Grandpa. Understood?"

Gibran nodded slowly.

Sandra's lying. Grandpa Willis still punished him often. Though Gibran has tried to be a good boy according to Sandra's direction.

For example, when he scored under a hundred in language lessons and other lessons, David must have hit him. Or when he lost a fight in martial arts training, David must have told him to walk on a board with piranhas underneath.

Gibran always complained because he saw the days of Sandra was no less heavy. Not infrequently Gibran found the mother daydreaming with a sad look. He also caught Sandra holding a pregnancy test. Gibran knew because the device was once used Sandra while pregnant El the little sister.

"Mom, I want another sister, huh? Then El is no longer a little brother because later there will be smaller than us. Aye, right? We have to tell Papa and El!" exclaim Gibran enthusiastically.

His body is full of blood. Sandra walked over limped with an empty look and was shaken. Gibran witnessed for himself how his mother was beaten. His stomach was kicked until his mother screamed in pain.

Not only that, Gibran also witnessed moments where the helpless Sandra was violently forced by the guards.

Gibran's feet shook with fear. He wanted to help Sandra, but at that time his guts were still shriveled at how big the bodies of the Caucasians were.

Gibran could only stay in the doorway until he saw his mother swinging the wood and beating the last man who was enjoying his body blindly.

The man died with his head broken. Sandra dropped the block, allowing her torn clothes before stumbling toward Gibran.

Blood filled from top to bottom. Gibran also saw the red liquid flowing from between his mother's thighs. What was he thinking at the time, how was his sister in there?

Gibran flinched as Sandra grabbed his shoulders tight. The woman's face pias with a vibrating highlight. Sandra gasped as her mouth spoke. "You see, right? Humans are cruel. They're heartless monsters. Never do good to people. Never forgive those who do wrong. There are no good people in this world. Understood?"

Gibran who also shook kontan nodded. Sandra got up and walked with a limp step holding on to the wall.

While Gibran, he glanced at the sentencing room where one man's corpse lay there. The other bodyguard had already left after being satisfied to give up his desire for the mother.

Slowly Gibran came in and approached the body. He took the blood-soaked wooden block, then raised it high, and ...

Crat!

Crat!

Gibran jolted the wood many times over the broken head. He smashed two eyes there, crashing bones and nerves that ran until blood also scattered his face.

Gibran rubbed his cheek with a flat look. The highlight is a vengeful sting. His hands clenched tightly with pent-up anger.

He already knew why his mother left and chose to move to this creepy place. Mom is right, there are no good people on this earth even if it is her papa.

Papa dues Mom. Mom got hurt because Papa kissed another woman. It was said Grandpa, and Gibran saw the evidence for himself.

It's all because of Papa. El and I lost a brother because of Papa. All the bad guys. They are monsters.