Kikz and His Loving Curse
Kikz was only eight when a large tragedy rocked his small world. He was no stranger to tragedy, of course. His mother had died on the birthing table, a death his father would never forgive him for. His father was a loving and kind man whilst his lover’s heart beat, but he soon became bitter and cruel when he alone was forced to raise his murderer of a son. There was no love left in his heart for himself, let alone for his b*****d child, so small Kikz grew up being told no one loved him. You are not worthy of love, his father would snarl in his delicate porcelain face. Kikz strived for his father’s love, but was never granted his only wish.
One quite normal day our small hero decided love was just a cruel joke, nothing like the beauty portrayed on the television, just a way for his father to punish him for killing his mother. His heart grew as cold and loveless as his father’s. After a particularly nasty verbal beating from his beastly father, Kikz’s morning dew eyes filled with tears and he realized something: His father believed in love. Not only did he believe in this nasty little joke, ‘love,’ he was trapped by it. Held prisoner by it and Kikz had to free him. And he knew how.
While waiting for his jailed father to pass out from whatever form of self-destruction he had chosen that night, the little boy prepared himself for what he must do. Close to three in the morning Kikz found his love tortured father face down in bed.
Walking to the roach conquered kitchen, Kikz smiled at the thought of freeing his father from love. He took the largest knife from the drawer that he could hold in one small hand. Once back in his father’s room he climbed onto the large bed.
Straddling his father, he raised the knife over his copper head and plunged the knife into his father’s back eight times. Eight times for the eight years he had lived with out his lover, had been trapped by love, had been alone, but most of all eight times for the eight years he had tortured his son with his curse of love. There were no tears from Kikz; he was doing his father a favor after all. But there was something else he must do to drive love forever from his father’s body. Turning over the pale corpse, he wiped the knife on the stained blanket. His father’s bare chest glared up at him and he carved a small heart with a large ‘x’ through it over where he presumed the heart would be. The curse was broken, the love gone.
Having completed his task, he showered and changed into his nightclothes. After brushing his teeth and combing his hair he crawled back into bed with his lifeless, loveless father and whispered, Love is not worthy of you, before drifting off to meet his mother in dreamland.
One quite normal day our small hero decided love was just a cruel joke, nothing like the beauty portrayed on the television, just a way for his father to punish him for killing his mother. His heart grew as cold and loveless as his father’s. After a particularly nasty verbal beating from his beastly father, Kikz’s morning dew eyes filled with tears and he realized something: His father believed in love. Not only did he believe in this nasty little joke, ‘love,’ he was trapped by it. Held prisoner by it and Kikz had to free him. And he knew how.
While waiting for his jailed father to pass out from whatever form of self-destruction he had chosen that night, the little boy prepared himself for what he must do. Close to three in the morning Kikz found his love tortured father face down in bed.
Walking to the roach conquered kitchen, Kikz smiled at the thought of freeing his father from love. He took the largest knife from the drawer that he could hold in one small hand. Once back in his father’s room he climbed onto the large bed.
Straddling his father, he raised the knife over his copper head and plunged the knife into his father’s back eight times. Eight times for the eight years he had lived with out his lover, had been trapped by love, had been alone, but most of all eight times for the eight years he had tortured his son with his curse of love. There were no tears from Kikz; he was doing his father a favor after all. But there was something else he must do to drive love forever from his father’s body. Turning over the pale corpse, he wiped the knife on the stained blanket. His father’s bare chest glared up at him and he carved a small heart with a large ‘x’ through it over where he presumed the heart would be. The curse was broken, the love gone.
Having completed his task, he showered and changed into his nightclothes. After brushing his teeth and combing his hair he crawled back into bed with his lifeless, loveless father and whispered, Love is not worthy of you, before drifting off to meet his mother in dreamland.
