Page 11 of The Filth Kings

“Look what you’re trying to turn my first born into! Selfish stupid bitch!“ he gritted.

“He’s not your first born, Impurity! Detavio came second, you sick son of a bitch.” My mother cried out after him.

He stomped my way and backhanded the taste of beef stew off of my taste buds. The impact of his hit sent me flying backward. I held my face, shaking out of fear and pain. I sobbed lowly, letting everything out. My frustrations were at an all-time high. I was ten years old, and I struggled with figuring out which parent loved me most. Mom seemed to always focus on Octavio, she didn’t care about me much. Most days she didn’t utter more than a word to me.

She loved to remind me of how much I looked like my father. She even stated how I would end up just like him since I didn’t talk as much whenever she asked me questions. A lot of things that I witnessed around here, stunned me into silence. The smell of dead bodies, being taught to pull organs out of a body and help my father sell them without anyone stopping him to say that it was wrong. I hated that I started to feel an adrenaline, a high, whenever he made me work late nights with him. The sight of blood relaxed me in ways that I was sure wasn’t normal for the average kid.

My father’s heavy footsteps broke me out of the trance that I was in. He balled his fist and started beating me as my mother’s sobs echoed off the stone walls.

“Nooooo, don’t you hit him! Leave my son alone!!!!! Ahhhhhh!” She screeched out in pain.

I saw stars but dared not to count them. I felt pain but dared not to react to it. Something clicked in my brain, as numbness covered my body. Mommy would fight for me. She has to, she never fought hard enough for me. This time, she has to prove that she loves me. I thought to myself while looking in my father’s pitch-black eyes. It felt like I was looking into my own eyes as I saw all the rage behind his eyes.

“Decebal men don’t cry! You will fill my shoes soon, there’s no room to feel feelings that can make you weak!“ He said the words and meant them.

He dropped his fists and turned toward my mother. He took deliberate steps toward her, causing my stomach to flip inside out. I prayed that he didn’t hurt her, he always aimed to crush her and that’s what made her turn to drugs and get drunk until she passed out.

“You want our boys, huh? Well, you can have and take Octavio. He’ll be a man lover before a woman lover. I see it in his walk.” My father chuckled.

“He’s only five years old! You don’t know that! Octavio is my baby, he’s pure and not evil like you, and Detavio! You already sold one of my babies, he—he was beautiful and you—” She dropped her head in defeat; the guards held her body up, not letting her drop to the ground.

My heart stalled as I digested her words. Mom thought I was evil, maybe I was? I didn’t know who the fuck I was to be honest. I was sick of being controlled and confused by Impurity’s actions. None of what he did made sense to me, but since I was just a boy, I had no choice but to go along with everything.

“Listen, bitch, you either take Octavio or I’ll give him to someone else for a good penny. In Thailand, they’ll love his sweet ass. Our first-born son gave us a fortune when I got rid of him. Detavio is the only good kid your battered womb could produce! Our first born was burned to a crisp when he came out of that foul pussy of yours! Octavio is as sweet as candy! The only kid I love is Detavio! He's handsome and looks just like me,” My father stated proudly.

I loved my brothers, even the one that I never got to meet, but hearing my father state how he loves me took away the sting of my mother basically saying that she hated me. My heart iced over just like his when that statement left her dry, cracked lips. Mom didn’t deserve my love since she refused to even give me a chance to prove that I could be different and not like my father.

“Yes, I’ll take Octavio. I need money, Impurity, please.” This time when she talked, her words didn’t sound broken. She was less hurt, satisfied that she’d at least get her baby boy Octavio.

“You’ll be banned from Arkville. Never to return again. If you step foot anywhere near my jurisdiction, I’ll have your most sacred body parts chopped off and spread over your parent’s grave.” My father turned his back; he paused when another thought crossed his mind.

“I wouldn’t spread your organs; I’ll save them to put on ice and sell them. At least then, I’ll make a profit off of you. Maybe, I could sell you to one of my associates out in Thailand; you and Octavio. That would be good money, plus you would need to thank me for allowing you to reunite with that other boy I sold…Decisions, decisions,” he countered.

My father paced back and forth with his hands behind his back. He made reckless decisions whenever he paced.

I couldn’t believe that this was really happening. The gruesome process would began soon. I waited a couple of seconds to be sure I was seeing and hearing everything correctly. My father nodded to his guards as they released my mother abruptly. She crashed onto the marble floor then took in a deep breath. Crawling over to where I sat on the floor, my father cleared his throat, stopping her mid-crawl.

“I—I just want a word with Detavio before you hurt me and Octavio.” She talked above a whisper.

“I don’t want a word with you, you’re not my mom anymore,” I seethed through angry tears.

“Detavio, I love you! No matter how bad Impurity paints me out to be! I love you!” She cried out.

“Fuck you!” I yelled with all of the strength that I had inside of my weak body.

“Yes, son, fuck her! Never allow yourself to get weak over a worthless woman. I’m all you need to teach you how to become a man.” His words were directed to me, but he looked down at my mom, taunting her with his words.

“Julius, my cane.” He called out to his most trusted guard.

Julius moved with the speed of lightning attached to him in order to hand my father his diamond encrusted cane. Snatching the cane out of Julius’s hand, he raised it midair, licking his dry lips with a devious smile.

“Jalissa will return to the same city I found her in as a vagrant beautiful prostitute. She will be stripped of my last name, including that bastard boy upstairs. I want you to take her to the dungeon and scrape the back of her neck clean until the meat shows. That’ll serve as a reminder for who she’s fuckin’ with if she ever decides to step foot in Arkville,” my father demanded, looking into Julius’ eyes.

“What about the boy, Mr. Decebal? What would you like us to do to Octavio?”

“Nothing, except let him watch his mother get skinned. He’s so soft, that it’ll be enough reminder for him to stay the fuck away.”

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