XXXVIII.

Years Ago

Hugging his knees tightly, the boy tried to cover his ears so he could avoid the loud screams of her mother coming out of their room.

He buried his face in his knees and pressed his palms tightly against his ears but that sound did not decrease reaching his ears. It made him restless. He was worried about his mother.

Hearing such a voice every day had now become a habit of Hades. He was tired of hearing such a voice. His heartbeats were increasing. He used to tremble every day with such fear and kept wishing that his mother would be completely safe.

The door of the room opened. He looked into the direction and quickly got off the couch of the living room.

He looked at his father who was standing in front of the door. His wish was to run away in the room but he always used to tremble in front of his father. He was afraid that the way he makes his mother cry by taking her to the room, in the same way, he would make him cry.

His father’s tall and wide body posture always i