2 : Reincarnated

Zaid saw endless darkness. His senses were blocked. He stopped pondering on where he ended up because he felt sleep overcome him.

Coldness greeted Zaid as he woke up in a damp small room. His eyes looked at his surroundings and he was in shock.

He knew where he was but how was it possible? It was his childhood room. Broken racing car toys was scattered across the room. Dirty clothes followed suit.

Zaid was in disbelief as he stared at his small hands free of scars. He abruptly got off his sweat smelling bed and run to the side of the room where a small mirror was stored.

As he took the mirror nervously to look at his appearance, he bit his lip as he saw a biracial child who is around 10 years old staring back with hazel eyes. His short dark hair glossy with dirt. His face was covered with bruises and was bloated at the right side. Few were fresh and recent.

The truth was piercing. Zaid finally came to terms with the fact that he got a second chance.

He touched his bruises carefully with a grin. In the last life he suffered being soft hearted and not getting rid of his abusive parents. He paid a heavy price. Now he wont make the same mistakes.

"I need a plan," Zaid said with determination. His thoughts came into order.

He was currently 10 years old. It was a mere beginning of what was going to happen if he didn't change his destiny.

His mother got addicted to hitting her only son to vent. She couldn't hit her husband who was stronger than her so she found comfort making her son suffer as much as her. It was twisted but it was her only form of way to get rid of her demons temporarily.

His father knew about it but acted like he seen nothing. As long as his stupid wife stayed at home and made home made food for him, she can do whatever she wants as long she doesnt forget her place in the household and was faithful. Everything else was secondary even his child.

Zaid shook his head. He didnt care about their inability to care for him anymore. He doesnt need them nor anybody else. He learned that the hard way. The only reliable person he can count on will be himself.

Zaid walked out of his room and looked around to see if his mother was there. He went inside the living room and found nobody, he also checked the kitchen and only silence greeted him. Just to make sure she wasn't in, he walked through the wooden floor leading up to the master room and stood at he doorway. All he saw was a made king bed and clean room. She wasn't present.

Zaid was relieved. He found the house number besides their bed and dialled in the emergency number.

"Hello Jenice speaking, how can I help?" a soothing voice entered his ear.

Zaid took in a deep breath and revealed everything that has happened to him over the years in detail. He stuttered half way through to make it seem more legitimate and even sobbed few times as Janice kept asking personal questions about his full name, location, age, parents full names, when it started etc.

He concluded his performance with, " I am so scared. I dont understand why mum keeps hitting me and starving me. I try not to speak and never misbehave. S-she even said she will kill me. My dad doesnt care though, he watches and does nothing. My mum is coming back soon. I am afraid she will hurt me further like yesterday. Please save me."

Zaid could hear Janice speaking to her co workers at the background. Janice reassured Zaid and promised him soon help will arrive and that and that he should be in a safe place until then. He agreed and hanged up the call.

He was finally leaving this hell. Zaid isn't a saint to leave them to the police. He will make them pay heavily when he can provide for himself. His age restricts him at the moment. He needs time.

Few minutes past by as Zaid stayed in his smelly room, he made the room even more messy than it was because he knew social services and the police would be here soon.

As time ticked on, sirens were heard from far indicating police cars were arriving. Zaid was relieved.

He run to the front door and waited as he saw police cars arriving. They looked around and one of the police officers knocked on the door. Zaid answered by opening the door making sure before he does his eyes are red from crying.

The police officers and a social service woman in a normal attire faces changes abruptly as they saw the state the boy was in.

Zaid acted like he didnt see anything as he told them to come inside. They all came in as few of the policemen looked around the house. While the others guided Zaid to the sofa to sit.

"Hello Zaid I am Tom. And these are my colleagues especially Kelly." he pointed towards the braided hair, small woman who smiled at Zaid gently. "She is a social worker."

Zaid nodded. Then they processed with questions about his bruises and he lived in. Zaid tried to simplify his words. For evidence they said they will take photo of the state he is in to appeal to the court. Zaid agreed.

"Sorry to interrupt," a chubby policeman said as he smiled at Zaid. He looked at Tom and told him he needed to see Zaid's room.

Everyone followed and what they saw shocked them even further. One of the policemen took photos of the hideous state of the room. There was rubbish, broken toys, tissues full of dried blood scattered. The bed was wet and the whole room stank of urine and sweat. A policewoman was so shaken up, she had to leave the room to not shout in anger.

Tom turned around and stared at Zaid, he spoke gently, " Zaid you will go with Kelly to your bruises checked out okay? We will deal with everything else."

Zaid nodded and wore a jacket and shoes as he left with Kelly. She tried to reassure him as she drove to the hospital. He stopped listening to her and thought what about his future plans. At least this time it doesnt include my birth parents he inwardly chuckled.

They waited a while at the waiting room and soon Zaid got a full check up. He was reported to be malnourished and needs proper dietary treatment and the bruises will heal smoothly if he uses the cream daily. Zaid will have to stay in the hospital few days.

Kelly promised she will look for the best care homes and foster parents available and before Zaid comes out of the hospital he will have a warm place to go to immediately.

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