The Intruder
He comes to our house in an oddly hours, as if it's some _____ house, calls as if he owns us. He accuses us, ask questions as if we are his slaves. We hide our joys under the mask, just because of him. I want to confront him and get my answers, but stop because of my family's dignity. I know who supports him from my family, from where he gets his strength like a man high on opium. But she will never tell me has shut the doors forever whenever confronted met with aloof silence. He acts like he is a well-wisher, ha! What a joke, is it? He is cursing us inside but, have this fake devilish smile on his face. He is pleased with our misery and jealous of our joys. I remember how he came into our lives, it was so un harmful position which he took. But gradually he applied break and defeat on us, she who loved me the most slapped me for the first time. I was too young to understand it, but he was slowly taking posession of her. Giving small doses of heroin everyday, making her leave u...