My Little Devil's

The inner wounds that scar

The night felt so late. The moon rolled to the end of the sky as if it wanted to move away a fraction of a meter from the nearly fading stars.

They seemed tired from seeing a round-faced woman with short shoulder-length brown hair pondering in the cold Garden chair.

From earlier he was there with tears down and blank stares towards a piece of Vidio sent since this morning to his phone.

His heart ached hearing the joyful laughter of the two Pairs of Creatures inside there. His mind cried out to see how beautiful the man he had been waiting for for months did not return.

That cry he endured with the wide open inner scratches signified how devastated he was now.

This man was so happy to celebrate the pregnancy of the woman beside Him.

"Mom! it's cold in here, let's go in!"

The voice of the boy coming from back there immediately wrapped a warm Coat onto His Mommy's back.

He lightly sat down beside the Woman with an innocent look that looked full of love.

"Mommy! The candle has melted" said Maxwell, with a distinctive dimple at the corner of his lips, adding to the boy's good looks.

Madam Camillia was silent. In his eyes was empty the happy face of his Son because today is the 7th Birthday. They were waiting for a man who had promised to come home from the 'BUSINESS TRIP' he had said.

"Mom! Is Daddy still a long time?"

Still remain mute. The tears that kept coming out of these sad eyes made little Maxwell restless. He held one of his Mommy's cold hands.

"Mom! What's up?"

Mrs Camillia remained silent turning off her phone. It hides in the silence and darkness of eyes that feel empty.

"Mom! Mommy sick?"

"Max!" he murmured softly but kept a great love for His Son.

The warm hand cupped one cheek of a smiling little Maxwell hearing his Mommy voice.

"Mom! Can Maxwell blow out the candles?"

"It's your birthday, isn't it?"

Little Maxwell nodded tightly hugging Madam Camillia's body which closed her eyes until the tears were dripping down Maxwell's shoulder.

"Mom! don't cry, Maxwell doesn't like Mommy crying."

"M..Max!" he muttered again when the tiny fingers of little Maxwell rubbed his cheeks gently. The loving gaze that Maxwell gave made Madam Camillia's heart instantly collapse.

"Today's Max's birthday! Max wants us to regroup and Daddy's not overseas anymore. Mama!" Plainly saying that.

The hope in these clear eyes made Madam Camillia very helpless. He knew how tender his Son's heart had always not wanted to be away from him.

"Max wants Daddy home so we don't get lonely anymore. Mama!"

"You're in Bully again?" madam Camillia asked as she caught a faint look from Maxwell's gaze.

"They just said that Daddy wouldn't come home and hide Max's bag. Just that" Maxwell replied, but Mrs Camillia's eyes saw a bruise on her son's shoulder.

His heart was throbbing again because little Maxwell did not like to look for trouble. He was always silent if anyone disturbed him because he was afraid that Madame Camillia would be called to the School while her opponent would bring in a powerful father.

Maxwell's nature like this makes Mrs Camillia's worries increased. On the stroke of the head of this poor boy hopes his son will not be humbled again by anyone.

"Mommy don't worry. Max will be fine."

"You know something?"

Little Maxwell shook his head enjoying the caress in his head. He buried his face into the warm chest of Mistress Camillia who seemed to keep crying but she hugged her Son's body tightly.

"If you're still under your mother's sight then you'll never be able to understand this world."

"No. Mommy always tells fun things about the world" Maxwell replied with her song when it was just a bedtime story.

"A Mother always limits her Son's view! He created a world that was pleasing to his beloved," said Madam Camillia trembling.

"But Max. He also closed his Son's eyes to the reality that should be useful for the future of the Child. You're.. You'll never understand,"

Madam Camillia's mind was slashed.

"Mom! Come on inside, let's just wait for Daddy there. Yea?"

"Can you do something for me?" pinta Mistress Camillia rubbed the little warm Maxwell's head.

"Pick up the water and the box in Mommy's room!"

Without the ink twice again Maxwell came down from the Garden Seat and ran into the not so luxurious Residence.

He seemed happy to sing a little until his voice came here.

Madam Camillia looked at her Son's departure with tears constantly pouring out of her face. He squeezed the phone firmly looking at the humble Residence he had built together for the first time.

"M..Forgive me," muttered Madam Camillia steadying her decision. Only in this way will Maxwell not hope for his father again and he can live with full toughness.

"M.I'm sorry. Max!"

He muttered again and stood up and stepped towards the stairs beside the residence. The building is not too big but the terrace on the roof there is quite high where there are Ceramics underneath where the foot washes.

He went up there with a very mixed feeling. His great love for Marcello he shut up so Maxwell could know how cruel the world was.

He continued to climb this ceramic ladder until it reached the end there so high that the roof peaked. The maroon-red dress with a small strap on the shoulder was shaking in the wind as if to prevent her from doing so.

"Yom!! Which box is it??"

Maxwell's voice from inside the House was heard all the way here.

Madame Camillia's cry broke but she couldn't stand it anymore. He could not live in the falsity and helplessness of his Son who always thought that the world was so pleasant.

While in there. Maxwell was already carrying a Black Box the size of a Watch and a glass of water towards the Garden area.

He walked a little slowly afraid his glass spilled and occasionally saw the surface of the Box that made him curious.

"What's that?!" muttered Maxwell with a step that had entered the garden area.

He looked back at the empty park benches where no humans were there until Maxwell turned the other way.

But. When his eyes want to complain suddenly just a glimpse of the shadow plunging from above there fell right on the Ceramic Floor right next to him.

Maxwell's eyes widened with the Box and the glass in his hand immediately detached when he saw Madam Camillia's body hit the object until her blood splashed into her small body.

"Mymyyy!!!!!"

The little Maxwell screamed ran over but unfortunately Madame Camellia was lifeless. He cried hysterically shouting to hold His Mommy's head that could not be seen because blood was smeared everywhere.

Flashback..

The smell of alcohol is very stinging to graze from a room that he tightly closed so that no one can enter here.

His usual burly body standing with above average arrogance could now only rest beside the bed with his eyes already completely red but he was reluctant to stop his gulps from making alcohol the mind floats free.

Pain, tightness and hate are all mixed up. His chest felt heavy and even breathing was very difficult because there was a wound that made him lose his mind.

"Yeah!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" he yelled at himself and threw the Beer Bottle against the wall until the glass was scattered everywhere.

He squeezed his hair full of frustration and a sense that always made him want to disappear from this world.

"M..Mama!" he murmured softly but it sounded like a cry of regret.

"A.I.. I didn't mean it" he added, fearing that his Mommy would be angry about what he did earlier.

I swear by whatever Maxwell did not want to argue like that because he knew his anger would be released and broke the promise to His Mother.

"M..Mommy. Mommy's not mad, is she?" maxwell looked at a picture frame on his thigh. A short-haired woman with big eyes and a big smile was so beautiful in her eyes.

The woman was holding a 7-year-old boy toddler. Maxwell's hand shook to feel the surface of this glass frame because the photo was taken the day before his mother's death.

"I didn't start it! He always lured me to do it. Mama! You're.. Don't you get mad at me, okay?"

He looked very scared as if the woman would no longer accompany him. But, a second later Maxwell clenched his hand because he realized that now all that was just a memory.

He was alone and no one could understand his life.

"Why?"

Maxwell muttered in disappointment.

"Why did you choose to leave? Did you never think of me. Ha's? WHAT'S THAT OKAY??"

Maxwell's voice rose at the end of his sentence. He himself was tired like this. Every time he closed his eyes, the shadow of the incident that night made him continue to be unsettled, his life was always haunted by disappointment, guilt and missed his mother very much.

Moms. If that day I knew you were just lying then.. Then I'll never obey him.