“The
River” By Harry Alexiou-
Looking at the reflection in the
water of the man standing behind her, she rippled the water with a deft touch.
He disappeared, as he had done on the previous nineteen occasions.
“What do want from me?” No reply
came.
Melissa was alone; her voice calm,
but her inner-self trembled, aghast with fear. Delicate tears spilled onto
perfect, velvety cheeks as she fought the demons refusing to let her be.
He’d deserved to die and she
thought it was the end of him, wanted it to be. She could no longer bear the nightly
arguments culminating in pitiful screams and heart wrenching sobs. Melissa dared
not leave her room to check on her mother; what if he turned on her too. The
battered and bruised face, come morning, told her all she needed to know about
her father. Mother had said not to make a fuss, “It was just daddy’s way,” she’d
said, through accepting tears.
Melissa would never forget the
day he died, the day the house fell silent, a beautiful silence which he would
never, ever, break.
“Let’s leave your mother to do
the house chores, he demanded, “The river’s running real fast today, let’s go
take a look.”
“But I have lots of homework
daddy.”
“Goddamn it Melissa, you need
fresh air, now come with me!”
“Okay daddy,” her stomach,
knotted with fear as she pulled on her favourite pink jacket and matching
Wellington-boots.
She followed him out the back
door toward the river, his work-boots stomped the leaves underfoot as he
hurried off, leaving her to follow the alcohol trail emanating from his every
pore. The river had always been her quiet place, to escape from the shouts and
cries, but today he’d wanted to go
there. She hated how he treated mother and wanted, with all her heart that he
leave them and go far, far away and never come back. Melissa knew this could
never happen.
“Come on, stop dawdling kid!”
“I’m going as fast as I can
daddy.”
He stopped and turned, glowering, “What did you say!”
Melissa froze, eyes wide and open mouthed, the words trapped. The rushing
of the not too distant river, the only sound she could hear above the thumping
of her heart.
“I’m sorry” she whispered.
“Lucky for you I'm in a good mood
girl.” He turned and forged ahead. “Keep up!”
She trotted along trying to keep
up with the long, purposeful, strides of her father. The fallen branch was well
concealed but just proud enough to halt her progress and she fell to the ground
gashing her knee. Melissa dared not scream out as she spat out dead leaves and
earth, recovering to her feet, so he wouldn't notice. She looked at the sleeve
of her favourite jacket, ripped in two places, and then the tears came, in
quiet floods, her grazed knee forgotten. Heartbroken, she hurried to catch up
but the moment of epiphany which overtook her shifted her focus to something altogether
more pressing than her torn jacket. All at once she knew what to do as she glared
at her father, who now stood at the water’s edge. He beckoned for her to hurry
up then turned to face the river, fists on hips. She picked up the pace, her
unblinking eyes bore into his back as she charged at him, a child possessed.
The impact had been harder than she'd expected; she bounced back to the ground and watched him struggle for
balance, his arms flailing as he tipped awkwardly into the raging torrent. She
stood, gasping for air, just in time to see his head strike a large boulder,
his body no longer fighting for life as it hurtled down river smashing into
another boulder. Transfixed, she watched him disappear and suppressed an
unexpected urge to call for help. He was gone, forever gone.
Melissa shook herself from the
flashback. She was sure he wasn't coming back but her deep seated fear remained
as she stood and turned back toward the house. She'd be back again tomorrow,
just to check one more time.