THE PSYCHOPATH BABY BOY

Shadow

The night was getting late, the air outside felt very cold. The wind blew as hard as it pierced to the bone. Rafa awoke from his deep sleep from feeling the cold.

"Oh my God, I forgot to close the balcony door" said Rafa, then got off the bed, put his foot on the door.

But just as he was about to close the door, his eyes were fixed on the figure of Livian standing in the garden of the house. Rafa rushed out of his room towards the park where Livian was.

Rafa walks around and hides under the park bench watching Livian who is standing like an agitated person.

Shortly after from behind the darkness appeared a figure using a black coat and head covering. Rafa cannot recognize the figure, but Rafa can hear what they are talking about.

Fifteen minutes passed, the conversation between Livian and the unknown figure ended. Rafa rushes back inside the house before Livian finds out, then he sat on the balcony chair of his room staring at Livian and the figure disappeared again between the darkness of the night and Livian went back inside the house.

"Hmmm.." Rafa took a deep breath, instantly as his heart felt a pain, a deep sadness seething within his chest.

Slowly her tears fell down her cheeks, she sobbed in silence. He could not understand why his heart was hurting. Both of his legs he stomped to the floor many times to let out a resentment in his heart. He hit the chair many times to quell the sadness that he did not understand at all.

"Lord, why would you let me live if I had to endure all this. I'm gonna die, God!" Slow shouting.

He let his tears flow, every tear that fell was painful and made his chest tight. He was exhausted and stopped crying.

Rafa began to calm down, smiling a grin at the corner of his lips. I don't know why he feels right now. Rafa was so enjoying the pain in his heart. He enjoyed every drop of tears, solitude and silence.

Rafa is no longer looking for his happiness, but he is very happy and enjoying when he is hurt or seeing others hurt is part of the enjoyment that only he himself understands.

Time keeps turning, minutes change hours. Night turns morning, Rafa is still sitting pensively in the chair watching the orange tinge in the eastern horizon. He was no longer able to enjoy the beauty in the morning, the various colors of flowers and birdsong. Who is in his heart now, enjoying every pain and silence. His eyes were all puffy, traces of tears were still left in his dense eyelashes.

Rafa looked back and smiled towards Quenby.

"Momy.." said.

"Have you woken up this early? or haven't you slept at all?" quenby asked and sat down next to his son.

"I can't sleep Mom.." answered Rafa leaning his head against Quenby's chest.

"Why? are you thinking of me?" quenby rubbed Rafa's head. "I promise not to leave you dear, my life and death will remain by your side. I'm not going far.."

"But Momy must be healed." said Rafa looked at Quenby.

"Where do you know I'm sick?" ask Quenby.

"Sorry Mom, last night I overheard Momy and Livian's dad talking. Punish me if I'm guilty mom."

"No dear, you're innocent. Maybe it's time I'm honest." Typhoon Quenby.

Then Quenby told him about his illness, why he had it. Although he must honestly admit that in the past the presence of Rafa is very undesirable considering his age is still below umut. Quenby said nothing without him having to cover up again from Rafa. There was a sense of comfort and relief as he told his son and ended with dozens of words of apology spoken from Quenby's lips.

"I'm sorry, maybe I'm not a good mother. But give me a second chance to take care of you as long as I can breathe. Give me the affection you haven't had." Quenby at length.

Rafa smiled, again he buried his face in Quenby's chest. Whether late or not, so many events that have shaped Rafa's character have multiple personalities. But from the bottom of his heart, and only Rafa knows. Saved a lot of light, sincere love. Ready Rafa give to the person he loves all his soul and body.