The Day I Ran Away, Takes an Abusive Twist
"I'm leaving this, son of gun. How dare he hit me?" I screamed at the heaven, Ashvin rushed out aggressively to the door like a barbarian.
"You ain't leaving me...you need me fool. You wouldn't survive a day without me" he squeezed her cheeks and gave her a pity laugh after slapping her into the bed. He was obviously drunk, the smell of hooch licked his tongue and left a disgusting fragrance caught in my nose. He was never like this. He eyes rolled side to side, finding it difficult to focus solely into my eyes. The eyes he feel in love with 2 years ago when we wed. His movement lumbered as he walked down the hall into the living room. His voice trailed on in a slurred tone of voice. "Amelia if you leave, I'll skin your pretty little face"
Where was all this coming from? It had been over a month with this new change, or somewhat perspective of life. He was never so, barbaric and rough. I was convinced really would kill me, his eyes were unreasonable and senseless. I needed to leave, but his threat.
I recanted the moment he said those words to me again, the fear it struck into my soul, the words my husband threaten me with. I was going to do it, but how? I waited until he fell in the dead of sleep at approximately midnight. The T.V. glowed at his drunken face his rifle was next to his smirnoff vodka now 3 quarts empty. I didn't need clothes, shoes or food. All I needed was a bank card, some spare change and the keys to his brand new shiny red Truck I took a strong liking to. He never allowed me to drive in it, you could say I was asking for death row but I didn't care, I was running away. Moving out, he would never find me again. Our love died, when he hit me. Mama' always said 'if a man wants to play Hittite....you need to leave-ite.' The keys were next to his gun, I was truly fearful but I was going to be a rebel on the run.
With my breath held tight within me and the stillness in the air, I pressed forwarded for the keys. He suddenly snored loudly that almost brought me to scream. A tear strolled down my face as I lightly took the keys from the coffee table. As I closed the door behind, an abrupt gunshot blasted through the window and shattered it to crystals. This was my cue to run, run as fast as I could away from that mad man! The muffler hummed and drove what seem to me as light speed. I did it! Or Did I?
"Something was wrong," my realization lingered longer. The tank, it was dead, set and sank under E...
To Be Continued.
The Day I Ran Away, Takes an Abusive Twist
"I'm leaving this, son of gun. How dare he hit me?" I screamed at the heaven, Ashvin rushed out aggressively to the door like a barbarian."You ain't leaving me...you need me fool. You wouldn't survive a day without me" he squeezed her cheeks and gave her a pity laugh after slapping her into the bed. He was obviously drunk, the smell of hooch licked his tongue and left a disgusting fragrance caught in my nose. He was never like this. He eyes rolled side to side, finding it difficult to focus solely into my eyes. The eyes he feel in love with 2 years ago when we wed. His movement lumbered as he walked down the hall into the living room. His voice trailed on in a slurred tone of voice. "Amelia if you leave, I'll skin your pretty little face"
Where was all this coming from? It had been over a month with this new change, or somewhat perspective of life. He was never so, barbaric and rough. I was convinced really would kill me, his eyes were unreasonable and senseless. I needed to leave, but his threat.
I recanted the moment he said those words to me again, the fear it struck into my soul, the words my husband threaten me with. I was going to do it, but how? I waited until he fell in the dead of sleep at approximately midnight. The T.V. glowed at his drunken face his rifle was next to his smirnoff vodka now 3 quarts empty. I didn't need clothes, shoes or food. All I needed was a bank card, some spare change and the keys to his brand new shiny red Truck I took a strong liking to. He never allowed me to drive in it, you could say I was asking for death row but I didn't care, I was running away. Moving out, he would never find me again. Our love died, when he hit me. Mama' always said 'if a man wants to play Hittite....you need to leave-ite.' The keys were next to his gun, I was truly fearful but I was going to be a rebel on the run.
With my breath held tight within me and the stillness in the air, I pressed forwarded for the keys. He suddenly snored loudly that almost brought me to scream. A tear strolled down my face as I lightly took the keys from the coffee table. As I closed the door behind, an abrupt gunshot blasted through the window and shattered it to crystals. This was my cue to run, run as fast as I could away from that mad man! The muffler hummed and drove what seem to me as light speed. I did it! Or Did I?
"Something was wrong," my realization lingered longer. The tank, it was dead, set and sank under E...
To Be Continued.
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