Drunk Man

Knowing her son was in danger, Maia rushed over to Sebastian.

She tried to stop Sebastian from finding her son by pulling hard on his sleeve.

Kreeek!

The sleeves of the black shirt Sebastian was wearing were ripped irregularly.

Maia pulled too hard, not realizing she was making Sebastian even angrier.

It wasn't long before Sebastian's strong, muscular hands flew towards Maia's beautiful face.

The bruises on Maia's face from the punch a few days ago had not yet healed.

Maia's cheekbones were swollen pink and blue.

All bruised up, poor Maia.

Plak!

Plak!

Sebastian unceremoniously punched his wife twice in the face.

Maia's body could not withstand Sebastian's slap; the hand hit her hard, even though she was drunk.

Then, slightly wet from the cold night, she fell to the floor,

Maia's thin lips were torn, and fresh red blood slowly dripped out.

The blood continued to drip, and Maia slowly wiped it away with her right hand.

Maia's forehead wrinkled as she looked at the right hand she had used to wipe her lips.

Suddenly, she was surprised to see a lot of blood on her hand.

Her white dress with small pink tulips was stained with the blood.

No time to breathe.

Sebastian approaches her again!

Sebastian is desperate,

He sat on top of her and began to beat her with his clenched fists.

"God help me..." Maia screamed.

I don't know what demon possessed Sebastian at that moment.

There was no mercy! It was as if he was not human.

He threw a series of punches at his wife, Maia.

"Sebastian!"

"Stop! Stop!" Maia shouted.

Maia's loud cries broke the silence of the night.

Maia hoped that Sebastian would soon wake up from his drunken stupor.

Maia's hands clenched into fists to protect her body and face from Sebastian's blows.

She continued to resist.

Hector and Helena overheard the incident. They were shocked to see their mother being treated like an animal.

"Let go of my mother!" shouted Hector, who suddenly managed to gather his courage.

The boy's little hand was shaking. He was holding the knife. The knife his father had used to threaten his mother.

He pointed it at Sebastian, and Hector looked him in the face, "Let go of my mum!" he shouted again.

Hector's legs and arms were shaking. He was trying to stay strong despite his fear of his own father, who seemed to be getting angrier and angrier.

"Hah!" Sebastian shouted, laughing, "are you a child? Keekkekke, do you dare challenge me?" he asked Hector, who did not want to see his mother being abused by his father.

With a mocking look on his face, Sebastian burst out laughing. His eyes glared at Hector with the fire of anger.

But only for a short time.

The man's hand rested on the floor, intending to stand up and lift his body, which was resting on Maia's.

The man quickly bent down and stood up, struggling to hold his large body.

He almost fell, staggering under the influence of too much alcohol.

There were always better ways to stand.

Sebastian walked over to Hector, approaching the little boy angrily.

The little man's body trembled even more, his heart racing, his whole body shaking in a sign of the overwhelming fear that night.

The knife was still aimed at Sebastian.

"Hahahhahahhaa..." Sebastian laughed, "Come and kill me, little boy!" he shouted.

"Do you dare?" he asked arrogantly.

The challenged Hector swung the knife towards Sebastian's stomach, threatening to stab him.

"Hahahhahahaha!" Sebastian laughed again.

He staggered forward towards Hector, approaching him as if there was no fear that Hector would thrust the knife at him.

"No more!" shouted Hector, "Stop right there!"

Hector was terrified, and Sebastian knew it. As if to scare him, Sebastian didn't slow down.

"Come on, you coward, kill me!" shouted Sebastian.

Hector says. "Hurry up!"

Sebastian laughed. "Hahahahahahha!"

"Coward!" Sebastian taunted Hector.

Of course, the ten-year-old boy didn't know what to do. He was overwhelmed with emotion for the evil man who was his father.

The confusion left him silent and stunned.

Hector was taken by surprise.

His eyes gazed pitifully at his mother as she lay weak on the floor, her face covered in blood.

Her thin lips were torn and bleeding.

Both nostrils were bleeding and wouldn't stop, like a nosebleed.

Her temples were swollen blue and torn with blood as well.

"What am I going to do?" she whispered to herself.

Thirty seconds passed, silently waiting for each other.

Hector was surprised; he was so confused when he saw the little man getting nervous that Sebastian pushed Hector's body very hard.

"Ouch..." Hector cried, "Ah..."

The little boy fell to the ground in a freefall. The knife fell out of his hand.

His head hit a large rock on the ground.

"Noooo!" cried Maia, "Hector, my son!"

Yes, fresh blood flowed from Hector's temple, which the impact had injured.

Maia immediately scrambled to her feet and ran over to Hector lying on the ground.

She grabbed her son and hugged him, immediately pressing her hand to the bleeding temple near Hector's eye to stop the bleeding.

Hector was still conscious. Fortunately, he hadn't passed out from the impact.

"Hector, are you all right, son?" asked Maia.

"I'm fine Mum, just a bit dizzy," replied Hector, still trying to reassure his mother.

"And you Mum?" Hector asked Maia.

"I'm fine, son!" replied Maia.

"Thank God, Mum!" Hector couldn't help smiling.

They sat on the floor, hugging and encouraging each other.

"You bastard!!!" Sebastian shouted at his son.

Taunting like a child, Sebastian still didn't realize what had happened.

Hector picked up the knife from the floor and then stumbled away in a drunken stupor. He just walked back into the house as if nothing had happened.

"Hahahahahhahaha!" Sebastian laughed out loud, signaling the satisfaction of a psychopath.

Tap! Tap!

Slow footsteps approached, and Helena approached Maia and Hector.

"Yeah kiddo, mum's fine!" replied Maia.

"What about Hector?" asked Helena as she looked into her sister's eyes.

"My head hurts, sis!" Hector pointed at his head, whimpering.

"I'll treat you and Mum's wounds later!" said Helena.

Helena ran to the house and looked inside.

"Grrrrrr... GRrrrrr..." The sound of a sleeping man snoring.

Sebastian was asleep on the sofa; he looked heavily drunk as he slept face down.

Hector's eyes were tightly shut, and his lips were slightly parted, indicating that he was snoring loudly.

As if nothing had happened, he fell into a deep sleep without cleaning up or changing his clothes.

Sebastian had no feelings; he was mad.

"It's safe," Helena said.

Helena waved goodbye to her mother and sister and invited them into the house.

For Maia, Helena, and Hector, the torture was extremely traumatic.

It was something they had never imagined could happen to them.