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Justice is just for us

[Justice is just for us, 718 words, Genre: Realistic Fiction]

* Image courtesy of Dirk de Bruyn

Edward was only a child at the time. A teenager, growing into manhood. His parents had divorced and a great bitterness seethed within him. Bitterness and contemptibility. He had come, through a course of events, to live with his father. The battle for custody had been somewhat reminiscent of two children fighting over a rag doll. The two parties did not care on the perseverance of the doll in question, they pulled at the doll’s arms in an effort to gain custody of the doll and the child support that would come with it. What was required was the wisdom of King Solomon. But the current age lacked any wisdom and was fulfilled with an obligatory worship of ignorance.

The tale of King Solomon where two fathers brought a child forth before the wise king. And in their arguments over custody, King Solomon decided to cut the child in half. One of the fathers forfeited his right to custody upon hearing this. And in this, King Solomon granted custody to the father who had forfeited his right to custody. A wise decision that was a recognition of selfless motivations. Though in the current circumvent of time, such a manoeuvre would not work.

The masses had become educated, which made them less complying to taking orders. Or enabled them to see through many of the veils that produced ignorance. Thus, as each level of awareness increased, so too did the awareness of other’s selfish pursuits. And thus the battle for self-gain of the individual was an ever increasing battle. The role of the hedonist had truly risen to an ideal state of being.

And as Edward lived with his father. The world unravelled itself to him and he was directly learning from the world. Such a world, such a world… A world full of wonder and mystery. A world where those that should be ashamed walked free of it, so that they could pursue their hedonist philosophies. Do what makes you feel good. It was a laugh, it had to be a laugh… But it wasn’t. It was what many people had come to believe.

Edward was spiteful of his parent’s divorce. One day, in argument with his father. He grabbed a glass cup from the kitchen and threw it down on the floor. Proclaiming, “See, I can break stuff too.” An action that had been repeated by his father in his parent’s marriage. His father would break kitchenware in expression of his anger, and then force his then divorced wife to clean up after him. She had been broken by him, enslaved by the bonds of marriage to fulfil that purpose of a housewife. Though in a contradiction, she was the breadwinner of the family and had held down a high-paying, purposeful job. She had supported the family. And at home she was treated like a slave.

Edward’s father. Upon hearing Edward’s words, rushed at him. Edward fled. Running outside and onto the street. There, his father caught up with him. Then he delivered fist upon fist to Edward’s teenage body. Till Edward had collapsed in tears and hurt. From there Edward was dragged back to the house and forced to clean up after the broken glass. Something that Edward’s father had once done to his mother. With the exception that it was Edward’s father who had broken the kitchenware.

A year passed. Edward grew in strength. Edward’s father came home and told him how he had paid off the mortgage. The mortgage that he had been able to pay from child support. The child support that Edward was told was being put away so that he could study overseas in the near future. A week after this announcement another argument between the two occurred where Edward’s father interrupted his teenage privacy. This time, when the two came to blows, the repressed anger that Edward held came out and Edward overpowered his father. Striking him.

Edward then moved out to the country after that to live with his mother. He was called in to the city where he had previously lived one more time. To a court case, where the father sued him for violent assault. Edward made a promise to the court and then begun, with a contorted perspective of the world, his explorations into drug use.


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