Zevel Domain

We arrived to New York, excited and scared. As we departed from the plane immigration approached us with some plastic little blue card and called it a Green Card. We took it and looked at the strange pictures of us. Zevel wobbling down the luggage pick up spoted us and came over to our sides.

After a long drive to somewhere we unloaded the cab and lined up our suitcases in front of a house in the middle of a big street, in a large road, and the house was huge. We all just stood there until Zevel began taking the cases up the stairs into the front door.

We cautiously walked into the front room and the nightmare had begun. The first thing we noticed, the spider webs everywhere hinted at the life we were about to embark. Dust and filth was everywhere including pennys. The floors were half torn and the couch was filthy, the walls were filthier and the windows were huge and filled with dirt.

I stood frozen at the front door wondering how we were ever going to sleep in this house of horrors. Mother was as spotless as anyone can be, and how is she ever going to make this haunted house into a home. I slowly stepped into the living room and examined the surroundings looking for something that would remedy my horror, but the more I looked the worse it looked. The kitchen was sticky and muddy and dusty, and looked like no one has been in there for years. I walked from room to room and in my hazy jetlag mindset I kept wondering how are we going to sleep? Could this be a joke? Upstairs in the bedrooms dirty and dusty old folding beds were standing with a bare mattress and shaky legs. The bathroom looked like a back alley dumpster, and it smelled like an old muddy basement. All I could think about was if I should begin to cry.
I want to go home!

Zevel's Destruction

He took an innocent woman and wed her for the sole purpose of breeding. An evil man he was by default of his birth. He pushed this woman and her 5 babies into lower than poverty level and deeper than hell on earth.

His goal was accomplished. This woman brought forth three daughters for him. His children were embraced and acceptd by her original five as one of their own, for they shared a womb and a dear mother they all loved.

The original five sacrificed their life and well being for their birth. One of them destroyed by Zevel Mentally, Physically and emotional until he died. He was the oldest of the sons she had. A feisty beautiful little child full of energy and love. A child brilliant in every direction he moved. Zevel found him to be too feisty and too bright for his darkness. Daily he used his head as a punching ball throwing him against the floor and the wall. Daily he kicked him and threw him down the stairs until this little boy lost his sense of direction and couldnt tell left from right.

The other four in what seemed eternal pain they now had to roam the world to heal. And heal they did for it took a while, but mostly they embraced the power of suffering into a better life they marched.

But his three refused to see that the pain he caused was real. One fine day, they would say he was still their father, sorry of your version, but we just dont want to hear it. the four that were left would silent remain. For they did not wish to revisit the pain. But the one, the big mouth of the four would silent not remain and the story she wished to tell. For another woman may jump into that trap, and perhaps with the story she may save some other little babe from the crap.