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Here I go then.
This weekend I found myself stood in front of a door slightly ajar. I could hear sobbing from the room that lay behind. Terrible screams echoing through the walls.
As a man I just had to save whoever that was screaming in terror. Rather than compose myself to help this child in need, I did what I always do and rushed headlong in.
What I witnessed therein froze me to the spot. Crumpling to my knees trying to shield my eyes from the brutality and abject horror playing out in front if me I started to sob.
A mother brutalising a small boy. His uncontrolable fear testament to the torture his small innocent frame was being subjected to. I could not stop this mother beating her child.
Sick to my core I felt like my soul was being ripped apart by what I was seeing.
I must have slept through exhaustion as when I opened my eyes she had left. That helpless battered boy sobbing himself to sleep in his cot. Shattered from the vicious onslaught he had suffered.
Approaching cautiously for fear she would return I stepped closer to the cot and came eye to eye with a terrified small boy. Black and blue, tears streaming down his little face. That face begging me to release him from his hell.
I cradled that child in my arms as I soothed him back to sleep. Peace on his face. Shivering no more in fear.
Stepping out of that door with him clutched tight but lovingly to my chest I took that boy to safety finally releasing him.
I now know I was that little boy and I had to save me.
This weekend I found myself stood in front of a door slightly ajar. I could hear sobbing from the room that lay behind. Terrible screams echoing through the walls.
As a man I just had to save whoever that was screaming in terror. Rather than compose myself to help this child in need, I did what I always do and rushed headlong in.
What I witnessed therein froze me to the spot. Crumpling to my knees trying to shield my eyes from the brutality and abject horror playing out in front if me I started to sob.
A mother brutalising a small boy. His uncontrolable fear testament to the torture his small innocent frame was being subjected to. I could not stop this mother beating her child.
Sick to my core I felt like my soul was being ripped apart by what I was seeing.
I must have slept through exhaustion as when I opened my eyes she had left. That helpless battered boy sobbing himself to sleep in his cot. Shattered from the vicious onslaught he had suffered.
Approaching cautiously for fear she would return I stepped closer to the cot and came eye to eye with a terrified small boy. Black and blue, tears streaming down his little face. That face begging me to release him from his hell.
I cradled that child in my arms as I soothed him back to sleep. Peace on his face. Shivering no more in fear.
Stepping out of that door with him clutched tight but lovingly to my chest I took that boy to safety finally releasing him.
I now know I was that little boy and I had to save me.