Embrace Of The Lucifer

*Past time*

"Slow down honey you will fall and hurt yourself!" The woman said to her son who was playing in the playground of the school amongst other kids. He looked back at her and giggled before running towards the other kids who were playing.

She shook her head with a soft smile on her face and went back to concentrate on her three-year-old son. He was playing with his mother's brown locks, childishly pulling at them and giggling. His mother laughed at his silliness and pulled his small frame to her body. The school time was over but her four-year-old son wanted to play a little longer with the other kids. The day seemed longer than before. She glanced at her clock; it was 2 o'clock already. She looked at the sky and gasped. Grey clouds were starting to gather signaling that it might rain anytime. She hurriedly called her son and told him they must go.

"But mommy I want to play for some more." He whined.

She sighed. "I know baby but if it rains then we are gonna get drenched and your little brother will get sick. I promise we will come back tomorrow again."

He looked at her with big baby eyes. "Promise?" he asked innocently.

"Yes honey, promise." He squealed and hugged his mother. She laughed and stood on her feet.

"Go get your bag now and we'll go home." He nodded and ran off to get his bag. After returning to his mother they started to walk towards their car.

The drive was short. They lived close to their school so it didn't take them too long to get home. She got off the car with her two sons and walked towards their house.

"Mommy I wanna get an ice cream tomorrow too!" The six-year-old demanded holding onto his mother's hand.

She smiled. "If you're a good boy tonight and eat your broccoli, then I will buy you ice cream."

He scrunched his nose and made a face. "But mommy it tastes gross."

She said ruffling his hair, earning another giggle from

and stood only a few inches away from her. She could smell the alcohol coming from all over his body. He stood right in front of her with his hands inside his pocket and

questioned her. His tone, much colder and stern that made

"I-"

back before lunchtime?" He asked her grinding his

"Please, he-"

yelling in her face. Warm tears were trailing down from her eyes as she nodded her

His hands slowly reached his belt and unbuckled it, pulling out the

wide in horror. Shaking her

the bags from her hands, she started to back away from

with her pale white skin. She screamed in agony. He hit her again, this time it hit her cheek. Her

son was watching all of it from the kitchen. He took his crying younger brother from there and went to the kitchen. He was hiding behind the wall that was facing the living room, giving him a clear of the assault that was happening. Tears streamed down his eyes, watching his mother in pain and agony. He hugged his little brother close to him and shut his eyes. His mother's cries and screams were inevitable. He wanted to help out

through the kitchen and glanced at his mother. His father was nowhere to be found. He walked to his mother with his little brother in his

Her face was all covered with bruises as

o-okay?" She managed to croak out the

whispered. He shook his head. "No, mommy but he hurt you." His voice cracked, his

She pulled him for a hug. He wrapped his small hands around her body and embraced her tightly. She

feed you now. Come, honey, I will give you something to eat." The four-year-old nodded his head

were not the only ones who lived there. Her husband's two brothers and one younger sister lived there as well. It was quite odd that they