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Mothers eyes - posted by guest on 14th December 2019 05:29:37 PM

It was the first day of December when The daughter of Fergus Crowley was born. His second child. She had the same Carcoal grey hair as her father and the same Golden eyes. They decided to call her Lucille. Lucille was a quiet baby. She only cried when she was hungry or needed a change. Her older brother Hector was very proud of her and watched over her like a Dog over his bone. Often the two played on a blanket in front of the fireplace while their mother cooked dinner. Fergus Crowley was a busy man and barely home but he did everything for his family. 

After Lucille was born Fergus noticed how his wife got colder towards him and her Children. When this was the case Hector looked up to his father with his big icy blue eyes, the same as his mothers. When he did that Fergus told his son to stop it. He was strict with him. He wanted him to be strong but instead his son became whiney and a crybaby which made him angry and dissapointed. 

On Christmas day Fergus had to work for a few hours but he promised to be home. Hours passed and he came home at the early evening. When he entered the Mansion he saw his children playing on the blanket in front of the fireplace. Lucille laid on the ground giggling and kicking the air. Hector let a teddy bear talk and give her sister hugs and kisses.

His wife was nowhere to be seen.

He went over to his children "wheres your mother?" he asked his son. Hector pointed to the stairs and Fergus made his way upstairs. The further he came the more he could hear those strange noises groaning and the sound of skin beeing hit together. This mixture let his stomach turn arround, a sick feeling grew inside him and as he finally reached the bedroom he couldnt trust his eyes. A strangers was thrusting into his wife while she moaned and kissed the man. Fergus began to shout at them, he didnt cared about his reputation and thas his children could hear everything. He just let out his anger and beat the man.


After that his wife had left. Together with the stranger. She had left her kids and her husband alone. All the love Fergus once felt for his wife turned to anger. He destroyed everything that reminded him of her. He smashed pictures, burned old love letters and cut down her favorite tree in the garden.

In another fit of rage where he got himself drunk he didnt heard his daughter crying so Hector tucked on his fathers clothes and looked up to him "Lucille is hungry daddy....and Im too....." he said quietly. When Fergus looked down his legs it was like he would look directly into his wifes face. This eyes....this god damn eyes! 

His son was the last thing now that reminded Fergus of his wife and with all the anger build inside of him he began to beat his son. 

The first time he felt bad afterwards but it began to become a norm to him.

He let his anger out on Hector. His fist soon became his belt and a stick to beat him. But he had to be careful. Fergus only hit the boys bodyparts that were covered in clothes. The little boy was way to scared to tell anyone so he just accepted his fate.

One morning Fergus woke up from his daughters crying. He picked the little girl from her crib and walked down to the kitchen. Hushing her and kissing the childs head. Lucille was the only thing he had left now. The only thing that let him forget the world arround him. 

When he passed his son, Hector avoided to look at him. He had learned fast that it was his similarity to his mother that let his father hate him.

The boy watched how the man fed and cuddled the baby. Cuddles that he had probably needed much more. No one was there to comfort him when his mother left him behind. Instead of cuddles he got the anger of his broken father.


Everything because of his mothers eyes.

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