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Searing pain shot through
my body like a wave of heat. I
raised my arm to feel my
cheek, but he grabbed my
wrist, forcing it back to my
side. A small whimper escaped
my lips.
"Shut up!" he growled
slapping me so hard that I
could hear the clap of his scaly,
calloused skin on my cheek.
My body was overcome by
shock and I cowered down into
the corner, giving him even
more of an unfair advantage. I
ran my back down the wall and
squealed in pain as a rusty nail
drew a long bloody line from
my shoulder blades to the
bottom of my abdomen.
"I said shut up!" he snapped
as he jabbed me in the side
with his leather hunting boot. I
screamed, I couldn't help it. I
converted to the fetal position
terrified of what my outburst
had cost me. To my sunrise, I
heard him mumble something
under his breath and shuffle to
the other side of the room. I
peeked through the gap in my
forearms. He was sifting
through the closet. He snatched
his black, leather jacket off the
hanger and forced it over his
broad shoulders. He then
reached to the top shelf of the
closet and grabbed a burgundy
red box, our emergency safe.
He spun the dial and it clicked
open. He shoved all the money
into his pockets and reached
back in for our small .22 caliber
pistol. (****, I forgot we had
that.) I was stricken with panic,
wondering what he planned to
do with it. He tucked the gun in
the back of his pants and pulled
his shirt over it. He approached
me again but only stood there
and glared at me. I retuned the
gaze. His face was concealed
by a film of sweat and his
short, dark brown hair
smoothed back by mousse. His
soft eyes were clouded by
anger and pain. He was an
attractive man, and I loved
him.
I tried to stand, but I
became dizzy and collapsed
back to the floor.
"Psssh, weak *****," he
snarled. He took one last
agonizing glare at me and
headed for the door. I
swallowed and attempted to
stand once more. I firmly
pressed my hands to the wall,
pushing, forcing myself up. I
swallowed again, attempting to
moisten my throat, but my
mouth was too dry and
chapped from my painful
screams.
"David, wait. I love you.
Wait, please," my throat
burned as I forced out the plea.
The screen door creaked as he
jerked it open. He stepped out,
not even bothering to look back
at me. I cringed as the door
slammed, leaving my ears
ringing.
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Copyright © Maddie Knickel | Year Posted 2013
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