The Devil's Reason Part 2

The boy walked down select aisles with his father, as he did not hold the man's large hand because the man always pulled away. The denial of attention was enough to condition the boy into not even bothering to win the father over. At night, sometimes the man would drink. He would drink till the sentences grouped together to create a word with far too many syllables. The father would then chase the boy outside and lock the door behind the fleeing child. He never liked his boy, never would, and things in his mind, he thought, would be better off without his son.

As they approached the counter to be checked out, the young girl with the horrible mandatory outfit smiled. The boy smiled back.

“Hi, how are you?” the boy asked.

“Shut up, mind your business and don’t embarrass me.” The father turned to the young cashier and rolled his eyes at his son.

The father paid and grabbed the bags; he made the son carry one, thinking the boy ought to be useful. Halfway through the parking lot the boy stopped and stared at the ground. The father walked a little ways until he noticed that the boy was hanging behind.

“Come on! We don’t have all fucking day.” The father never censored himself around the boy’s impressionable mind. Why should he? He didn’t care.

“What would mom think? About you that is, what would she say to you right now?” The boy was starting to cry, he never confronted his father about his behavior. The boy never knew his mom but he figured it might hit the man hard.

“We should never have had that child.” The man said.

It was a romantic idea to think that the boy could in fact, turn this monster into a lamb with a couple of questions. The son cried, loudly. The man dragged him to the front seat of the min-van and threw the bags behind the driver’s side. The father was more worried that the boy would cause attention. After they are both in and buckled, the father slaps the boy twice with the back of his right hand. The boy sobbed, too emotionally exhausted to even yell out. The father then feels something being pressed to the back of his head.

“I want you to drive a little bit.” said the voice from behind the boy and the father, a thick smoke smelling voice.

The father forgot to lock the van, he was too lost in thought, and he just made a huge mistake.

The Devil's Reason Part 1

“Why?”

“Because I said so!”

The father and the child were walking away from their beat up mini-van, which is common sign of middle class income. The ownership of this mostly due to the unexpected development of a parasite in the mother the latter of whom would die in childbirth. The parasite would grow into that child walking next to the man, a man completely vacant of ambitions. The man spent his early years working for something; however this was a problem because it was just a “something”. Before he knew it, his hair receded, his stomach grew, and his wife was dead. All of the resulting frustration and animosity the man felt was aimed at the young boy. The man felt that in some way, all of his problems manifested from his child.

“I don’t like coming here, pa.” said the boy. “It’s always so busy and cold.”

“Quit your talking, ain’t nobody want to hear what you have to say boy.” The father replied in his usual uncaring tone.

In fact, the actual place they were heading into was the local super market, the best place to be on a blazing summer day in the south. The beeps from the registers were constant and almost musical. Something sweet and giddy, practically comical, they rang together as if little elves were underneath chiming in to create a symphony. The animals would dance and the fawns would run around sprinkling powder that would fashion trees. Trees; so large that the tops could not be seen by the naked eye; only an adventurer would dare seek its climax. Then the chimes stopped and the woods became dark, the animals fell to the earth and their bodies inflated with maggots. The maggots turned into to flies, the flies then in turn ate everything around them destroying the forest and its beauty. The trees that once talked and swayed were nothing but holes in the ground. One could blame the elves for attracting evil with their music and others can blame themselves for not preventing this atrocity. When it comes down to it, horrible events can happen for no reason and sometimes one just needs to sigh and look at his or her feet.