Usually, when you tell an adult such matters you would expect them to ruin everything, breaking the delicate balance you have made. It might be because of the generation gap that adults are not able to understand the new generation. It might be also because that's what I have seen all my life, Adults recklessly intervening in the children's matters messing everything up so when the old man told me he would solve the matter of domestic violence, I didn't really expect anything from him.

But the way he broke my expectation was something that can be considered amazing.

I always considered my background story to be the most miserable, at least in this village but the kid had one of those stories that can even be reported in news in modern times, well maybe not if you consider that situations like this happen so frequently it became kind of 'boring' news to be broadcasted.

POV(Silent bully)-

It feels so cold.....

I am shivering in this cold place, I am hiding inside the wardrobe putting my hands on my mouth so my cries don't reach out and make him aware of my existence.

My entire face is covered in tears as I desperately hold back my screams of pain, I am afraid of what would happen if I leak my voice.

Would I get beaten like my sister is beaten every day, I don't understand what we did to deserve all these sufferings.

I am so afraid that I pretend that I don't hear anything like those screams and the sound of beating someone outside the wardrobe.

I know that I am just a weakling that brings pain to my sister and at times like these I become the biggest coward, a coward who can't even protect my sister from our father.

Maybe it's because of my existence that she has to suffer so much.

I am someone who ruins everything he touches be it my sister or my dead mother that I killed.

In my family, there are only 2 people left. I and my sister as I don't consider that man as my family.

I mean a family should cherish and care about each other like other people in the village. That man never considered us a family.

My sister says there was a time he was a kind-hearted person but I don't believe it, It's true our mother died while giving birth to me and it's my fault but my sister didn't do anything so why does she have to suffer so much.

That man acts like the head of our family but he doesn't even bring a penny for the family, my sister is the bread earner of our family.

She does trivial tasks like fixing clothes and helping with housework like a maid to earn money and even that money is mostly taken by that man leaving us many times in a constant state of starvation.

It would be different if he actually used that money for something kind of work but no being the drunkard he is what new can you expect from him?

Many times my sister is beaten because she keeps a little money for a portion of food and other times he just beats her while drunk and calls her a bitch.

He many times tried to beat me senselessly but my sister always intervenes and saves me and takes everything in my place.

She is the one who told me to hide in the wardrobe whenever something like this happens and I didn't happen to have any courage to fight and always hide whenever this happens.

That man especially hates me as whenever he hears me speaking he becomes so angry he starts thrashing stuff, It was probably because my mother died while giving birth and he resents me for the fact.

Slowly and eventually I started to speak less and less until I hardly spoke a word.

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The chaotic voices outside have stopped, he has probably left after taking the money to drink.

I started to wipe the tears off my face with my hands and slowly opened the wardrobe from the inside.

I came out of the wardrobe and the first thing I saw was my sister sitting on the ground with her nose bleeding, her entire face was covered in blood, and seeing this made me cry again.

she looked at me and suddenly hugged me for a long time and then said that it would be okay, it doesn't hurt.

These words I have heard countless times in my life again and again but would everything will really be okay.....

She put her hands in her clothes and pulled out some money, she probably hid it beforehand. she pulled my hand and put half of the money in my hand and said to me.

"Take this and buy yourself some snacks or toys to play with your friend"

Even in this kind of situation, the only one she cares about is me.

I beg whether it be a god, devil, or demon please save us from this hell...........

I was playing with my 2 friends who are kind of the only people in the village who talks to a gloomy guy like me, but even so, I am scared of telling them about my family situation as I fear they will stop being my friends.

We were playing around when we met the little kid called Dustin, so we kind of started to bully him.

I don't understand why my friends bullied him but the reason I did was that I kind of hated him.

I hated his arrogance and his indifferent attitude to everything, everyone in the village hated or despised him so why does he always look so happy?

I don't understand him at all, if someone hates you shouldn't you at least hate them back but he didn't care about how others treated him.

I hated him because of his strength that I would never have, I hated him because even though he is 2-3 years younger than me I never saw him cry, I hated him because I was jealous of him.

My friends started to bully him and I just watched them from behind, he suddenly started to act scared like he saw something horrible and scary behind us, watching him trembling and acting so scared I really thought there was indeed something behind us even though we could not see anything.

I broke in a sprint at the full speed that I could manage with my injured leg, seeing me running my friends started to run behind me.

We started to gasp for breath after some time and I was relieved they didn't blame me for running ahead of them.

We started to again play after some time as the fear wore away from us.

I started to run towards my home when I noticed that it started to become dark, I was worried he would again beat us because of me.

I reached my house and put my ears on the door to hear any kind of sound but it was silent so I slowly pushed open the door in fear.

I saw my sister crying silently and seeing this I ran towards and hugged her, she was probably surprised at my sudden hug and then hugged me back.

I was worried about her and wanted to ask why was she crying right now but she beat me to it and said

"Everything will be okay from now on"

"We Will not get hurt anymore"

I didn't understand the meaning of her words so I tried asking her when I suddenly saw my father lying on the only bed in the house.

My sister started to slowly tell me everything that happened today after I had gone to play.

Today was the happiest day of my life.

It was morning and my sister started to happily sing and started to cook food, I can't remember I had ever seen her this happy in my entire life.

she slowly put a full meal on the table that is not only enough for both of us but also nutritious.

I started to eat the food filling my entire stomach while my sister also ate while watching me happily. It had been a while since we actually had a good and peaceful breakfast.

I started to get up and saw my sister going to my father's room with food in her hands.

I happily exited the house and started to run to find him.

I wanted to thank him for helping us even though the treatment I gave him was horrible, I wanted to help him as he helped me.

I wanted to be his friend.

I ran around the entire village many times to find him and at last, I saw him alone humming and walking in the fields.

I ran towards him and shouted with all the strength in my lungs.

"DUSTINNNNNNNNN"

He finally noticed me and looked at me with his sharp gaze, I never understood what he is thinking and even though he sometimes scared me with his eyes, I still said what I desperately wanted to say.

"SORRY"

"what"

"I am sorry for everything"

My face became red while I said these words, I looked at his face to expect any kind of response from him but he silently looked at me without saying anything.

I fumbled for words and said to him in a slow and clumsy manner.

"Sorry is not only the thing I want to say to you but I want to thank you for something that you did that helped me-no helped us"

"Dustin. Thank you for everything"

I looked at him gratefully and said those words with all my feelings in them. He looked at me from top to bottom like he was analyzing something which was really creepy for a 5-6-year-old child.

He modestly said these words to me like some kind of saint or an angel that came from heaven.

"I didn't do this for you or your family-No to be more correct I didn't actually do anything, the old man solved your family's problem, all I did was told him a little about you"

"That's enough for me, even though it might not be anything for you but you saved us-you are our hero"

Hearing our words he awkwardly moved some distance from me but I covered the distance in a second. He might have realized I might not let him go without him hearing everything I have to say so he just sighed and said.

"What do you want"

I heard his words and thought that I had apologized and thanked him so what else did I want to say to him?

"Would you be my friend"

"NO"

The moment I requested him to be my friend he turned me down without any hesitation, I froze upon hearing his words and turned pale.

"Sorry"

I again apologized to him and started to run towards my home in embarrassment. I understood that it was wrong for me to even expect to be his friend, I mean what kind of bully befriends his victim?

I reached my home and opened the door of my house and jumped into my sister's embrace and started crying like the child I was. She looked at me with worry and started to ask me what was wrong but I didn't tell her anything as not only I was embarrassed but I didn't want to bring any sort of trouble to Dustin.

I calmed down after some time and looked at my sister and he just sighed and started to ruffle my hair.

I sighed that I always make her worry and promised that I would become a strong person just like Dustin, I knew it might be hard for me to change from a crybaby but I would still try to change.

My sister stood up and started to make food for us, usually, we would only eat once a day but from now we can happily take 3 meals a day.

Suddenly shouts started to come from my father's room but we ignored them as we no longer had any fear of him.

I mean no matter how much he shouts and threatens us, I don't think a crippled person is capable of bringing fear and despair upon us again.