No more terror filled nights

Standing Up

The whistling of the wind could be heard, the rustle of the dry leaves sounding amplified a thousand times over, this evoking a silent gasp from the scared little girl in the bushes. Her wide frightened eyes scanning the horizon for what she knew was coming.

The brimming tears were a silent evidence of the anger that bespoke volumes of a heart in turmoil. Where to run in the dark night? Could he hear the thumping of her heart? Did the muffled sobs prick his ears? The thorns pricking her side went unnoticed. Oh why couldn’t the moon shine a little brighter tonight? Why did that pesky cloud have to make its way to the moon?

Her trail of thought was interrupted by the crunching of feet that spoke of hurry and anxiety. The huffing sound that suggested that the man was slightly overweight. Oh no , he had found her again, How could fate be so cruel? How could God let her uncle lay a hand on her again?

His loud voice let out a string of profanities as he hit a rock. She could hear him cuss in the dirtiest way. Lord please don’t let Him find me, I will help my brother do His homework if you only help me tonight .An anxious little girl promised God a whole day in mass without looking at the cute neighbor’s boy if He could only save her from the pain she knew her uncle would inflict on her.

That night , by a miracle he didn’t find her. She spent the night in the cold with her teeth chattering from the biting cold. That cold night awaked in her, an anger alien to her. She resolved that she would take her brother and go to the next village and look for their mother.

Her mother had been windowed at an early age and as was the custom she was to be inherited by her husbands brother.On refusing the abhorred offer she was told to return to her fathers village without her children.Thus the demise of a father and husband led to the break up of a beautiful family.

That is how the little girl came to the decision that she was going to look for their enstraned mother…….