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“My daddy is the best daddy in the whole world!’’, “My father loves me and protects me” were the continuous phrases Jason would hear thumping against his subconscious mind. He envied those children who claimed they had the best fathers in the whole world because it was something he always wanted, but unfortunately didn’t have. The phrases that he would scream to his father were “Daddy stop.”, “Daddy you’re hurting me!”, “Please let me go.”, “Please no more!”
Most children his age get to play and have fun when they get home but when Jason gets home the only person who is truly having fun is his father. Jason’s father, aka the Devil, would leave trails of blood when he beat Jason and his mother. What did they do wrong? Nothing! They were just slaves to this man’s desires. The mother was his 1st victim but when Jason had turned five, his father gave him the gift of hell, just to make his mother suffer. His mother’s only crime was loving him.
Each year the abuse got worse as his father reached the pinnacle of possession. Three years had passed and Jason couldn’t take it anymore, especially when his mother met her demise. He was going to be the only one to suffer under this martinet’s rule and he didn’t believe that God could save him from this underworld. He packed up his stuff, and escape through the window while his father slept. He ran as fast as he could away from his father’s playhouse.
He spent many days and weeks without food water, shelter, and solace of the mind. He wandered through streets every single day, but on this particular night, he met a stranger who offered to help him. Jason, who is eight years old, didn’t learn to stay away from strangers so he agreed to go with him. The consequences lead him to a life of crime that he could not escape unless he confronted his demise.
Eight years since that incident, he continually stole lives of innocent boys and girls through abduction, rape, and murder. He dare not remember the prayers his mother had recited to him to calm him down after his father was finished torturing him, if he wanted to survive this gang. Jason’s stranger, aka the pimp, had made him in charge of bringing boys and girls to him in order to place them in his gang. Before anyone became a part of his gang, Jason would evaluate them through initiation. Jason always enjoyed those initiations until he met this one boy who turned his life around.
This boy was looking for a place to belong when Jason found him. Jason wasn’t interested in knowing his name but on knowing if he was good enough to be a part of his gang. In order for the boy to prove himself worthy enough, he had to torture the 1st woman he saw. That was the wrong night for this woman to walk down a deserted street, for it was going to be her last night.
The boy grabbed her from behind and ripped her clothes off. Her screams for help were muffled by his hands as he raped her. Those screams roamed in Jason’s mind as he began to remember his own screams of terror from his past. After the boy raped her, the rest of the gang, except for Jason, raped her. The woman had a birthmark on her wrist that resembled the boy’s birthmark. The boy thought he knew that woman from somewhere but could not put his finger on it. After the gang was satisfied, the boy dragged her and aimed his gun at her head.
“Daniel, don’t” she begged but he didn’t hear her plead as he pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced into her head and she died instantly. Daniel ogled over her wrist as he tried to make a clear distinction on where he had seen this before. When he pulled her hair away from her face, that’s when he finally remembered who she was. She was his sister, Stephanie.
Flashbacks of the precious moments he shared with his sister began to flood his mind. He regretted ever touching the gun or even getting involved in this gang. The realization of killing his sister began to sink in into his head and clouded his judgment as he pulled the trigger to his own head and fell on her. As for Jason, he started to realize the damage he had done to these two innocent people. He helped to steal someone’s precious life. He wanted to stop playing God from that night forth as he put the gun down and whispered silently:
Our Father, Who art in heaven
Hallowed be Thy Name;
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us;
and lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil. Amen.
