His Past 2

Note: This chapter contains violent scenes and elements of domestic and child abuse.

Flashback Continues

Dante’s father was a man of few words and though Dante did not dislike his father, he hated the fact that his father seemed to always find ways to regard him as a weakling.

Dante looked around at the unfamiliar faces who were following he and his father. He felt cold shivers run down his body at the hard look on their faces.

They all finally walked into the dark room and Dante gasped at the sight in front of him. Three men were tied down and where bloody injured. They looked like they would give up the ghost anytime soon.

“Dad!” He gasped, his eyes widening at the site in front of him.

“Just be calm, Dante and act like my son.”

“Dad, why are these people hurt?” He asked.

“They offended your dad. And so, I will be punishing them. Actually they stole from me so I am going to be teaching them a lesson and I wanted you to watch.”

“b…. but dad, they look like they are going to faint in no time. You cannot punish them in their present state.” he said with fear in his eyes.

“You know nothing. Go sit over there and watch your dad deal with this.” his father pointed to a chair at the other side of the room.

Dante felt his legs bucking but he did as his father said, not wanting to irk him. He held onto the chair arm tightly and watched as his father walked up to one of tied men. He grabbed one of them by the hair and pulled him forward.

“Dad!” Dante gasped and his dad scoffed.

“Stop whining like a kid. You are growing into a man already.” his father stretched his hand out to one of the men who had followed them in and one of them handed his father a gun.

Dante’s eyes narrowed in shock. He had heard gunshots several times coming from this part of the mansion but his mother had always told him that he heard it wrong and there was no gunshots anywhere. Dante had believed her eventually but seeing his father take a gun to the head of the weak man, Dante knew he had been right about the gunshots.

“Dad! What are….” Dante got off his seat just at the moment his father shot the head of the man.

Dante’s legs went weak instantly as the man’s body dropped to the floor and his father kicked at the body with a grin on his face.

“Good riddance.”

“D-Dad?” His voice quivered.

“You just sit and enjoy the show, son.” his father replied, no hint of remorse in his voice as he handed the gun back to the man who had given it to him.

“The butcher’s knife?” His father demanded and another man handed it to his father.

“N-no! No Dad!” Dante screamed.

“Don’t be such a wuss! Watch and learn how you should take care of those who steal away from you!”

“Let me out of here!” Dante screamed and ran towards the door.

“Get him back to the chair, tie him down and make him watch. I won’t have a son who can’t stand a bloody sight at the age of 12.”

“Yes boss.”

Dante was picked up and tied down to the chair, despite his screams to be let out of the room.

“Make him watch.” his father ordered and the man beside Dante held his jaw and made him look at his father who was now standing over the almost lifeless man.

“Let’s go with his arm first.”

“N-no! No dad! Please let me go!” He cried out as his father raised the butcher’s knife over the man’s hand.

With a grin on his face, his father butchered the man’s hand and Dante could hear the man screaming in pains.

“Do you see this, Dante?! You have to show everyone their place! You have to show them to where they fucking belong!”

The bloody sight in front of the twelve year old made him want to throw up. He had never seen anything like it except in a few movies his father had made him watch.

“And then you spilt their head.”

His father struck the man’s head with the knife and blood oozed out.

“No! No!” Dante broke into tears.

“Let me go! Let me out of here!” He cried and screamed and it was at that moment, the door opened and his mother ran into the room.

“Luca! What in the world are you doing to our son?!” His mother screamed and Dante’s father groaned, dropping the butcher’s knife.

“Showing him how life works?” He shrugged so casually.

“You piece of shit! He is just 12! How can you do this in front of him?!” His mother cried and Luca’s (Dante’s father) face turned grim.

“What did you just call me?” He asked.

“J-just let him go, please.” His mother’s voice quivered in fear while Dante shook, tied down in his chair.

“I asked you a question. What did you just call me, Maria?” Luca questioned, his voice hard.

“Y’all get out!” He ordered and the men in the room all walked out.

“You think you can just call me a piece of shit if you please?!” Luca slapped his wife and Dante opened his earlier shut eyes.

“Dad! Please let go of mum! Please! Dad!” He begged.

He knew already that his father usually beat up his mother but he never did it in front of him.

“Come get her then, fool!” Luca spat and pulled Maria by the hair.

“Please Luca!!” Maria begged as he slammed her head into the wall.

“You useless little thing! I don’t fucking know how I ended up with you and this bastard son of yours!”

“Dad, please let mum go! Please!” Dante cried out but his father seemed to only derive more joy from the screams of his wife and son.

For the next two days after that incident, young Dante was unable to step out of his room. The images of those men dying so bloodily stuck up in his head for long and sleeping at nights were nightmares for him.

It however was just the beginning as his father forced him to the dark room again, barely a week later. And that was how Dante grew, witnessing the deaths of many in the hands of his father.

The more he saw, the less affected he was by the gory images and the happier his father was. Slowly but steadily, the young boy was turning numb and would just watch with a blank expression as his father killed.

That was only the beginning to building a monster.