A while ago I posted a piece here titled ‘the BREAKING’, well, this is a rejoinder to that. Please read and leave your comments afterward.
When Brian came back home from school and found Cindy sprawled up in bed, in her room by 1pm, he knew something was wrong. She had tears in her eyes still. She didn’t make any sound, but the tears rolled down her cheeks freely. He stopped at the door of her room and couldn’t go any further. He called her name, “Cindy”. He noticed how startled she was to hear the door open and see him walk into the room. He noticed how she clutched her legs to her chest and closed her eyes so firmly, even with tears still in them. A stream of agony, fear and hatred had formed deep inside her, from where the tears flowed freely.
As he made to get close to her, she began to sob, muttering words he couldn’t make out. He listened closer and then he heard the words she was mumbling, “Please don’t hurt me again. Please don’t hurt me again.” He was assured that something was amiss. He moved closer to her. She screamed when he touched her. He was startled by her scream. He jumped off the bed immediately and stood at a distance, observing her. Her breathing was rapid and loud, and her eyes were still shut.
He stood there a few moments longer, with his gaze fixed at her. It seemed like he was examining her, trying to get answers she wouldn’t give, by just looking at her and around the room she was in. He searched but found nothing when he looked round the room and at her. She had cleaned the room early that morning, taking away the blood stained bed sheet and burnt it along with her torn night wear that was stained as well. She had been trying to clean her heart and soul all night and all day long, but it didn’t seem to be working. Brian was confused.
He couldn’t go to their father, George, to find out what had happened for two reasons. One, they hardly ever spoke to each other anymore, and two, he wasn’t even home at the moment. George had left the house the morning after he raped his daughter and hadn’t returned home yet. Brian thought it unusual for their father to be away by that time of the day. He would usually stay home all day, when everyone was away and then go out in the evening before his wife, Claire got back from work. She taught ‘Home Economics’ at a private secondary school that was an hour journey away from where they lived. She had taken permission from the school principal to be away for a week, she had to go visit her sick father in the village.
Brian deduced from Cindy’s mumblings and their father’s absence that George was responsible for whatever was wrong with Cindy. He called their mother on the phone and explained things to her. Claire got really worried and asked to speak with Cindy, who still had tears rolling down her face from her eyes. The pain was too much to be described in words, and so she shed tears, hoping that each drop would take away a bit of her pain.
It seemed to even hurt the more. Brian put the call on loudspeaker and placed the phone very close to Cindy. “Cindy”, said the voice from the other end of the call.
The voice had a familiar grief that Cindy recognised. She raised her head a bit and turned towards the phone. “Cindy my baby, what’s the matter?” Cindy opened her eyes and looked at the phone beside her. She tasted her salty tears as she picked up the phone and spoke into it very softly. “Mum, is that you?”
“O, Cindy my child, what happened to you?” Claire was crying now, sniffling and heaving. “Cindy, what is the problem?” she asked again.
“Mummy, I am scared.” Cindy replied. The tears weren’t rolling down anymore; they just hung loosely in her eyes. “Don’t be afraid my baby, mummy won’t let anything happen to you. You know I love you very much, tell me what happened.”
“It hurts a lot mum. It’s very painful.”
“Cindy, was it your father, did he hurt you?” Claire asked, exposing a deep sense of suspicion, almost like she was certain. Cindy screamed at this point; Brian tried to calm her down but she screamed the more. He took the phone and left the room. He spoke with their mum a few more minutes and then he hung up. Claire was coming home the next day.