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Into The Night

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Into The Night

Let me tell you, about fear . . . 

      I was laying on my bed when I sensed a foreboding,
and saw the flash of a huge, sharp knife moving in the moonlight;
            knowing it was my abusive boyfriend drunk and crazy,
it was not the first time, he had held that knife to my throat.

      I lived in dread, afraid for my life but was trapped,
trapped in this horrific situation, I had left my parents home;
             but this time, I was overcome with fear-  this was it,
jumping up, I ran out into the street with no shoes, with nothing.

      Running and running to no where terrified that he followed,
finally, I found an alleyway and sat on the cold ground;
            I leaned back against a brick wall and cried in dismay,
all night I stayed there frightened of every sound or creak.

      In the daylight, a passing man handed me five dollars,
and I went to a cafe, gulping down warm brew with thanks;
            thinking about my situation with apprehension and panic,
free refills of coffee- oh thank you to that kind sir who passed.

      Reflecting, I realized that "he" had systematically,
and with skill-  got rid of every friend I had in my short life;
            I had no one to call for help, even my parents,
then, I noticed a newspaper on a table someone had left.

      I picked it up and it opened to rooms for rent,
and I saw a listing for a room in a townhouse with college girls;
           with trepidation I called and ended up on their doorstep,
I had no shoes, my clothes were in disarray, my hair tangled.

     Telling them my tale with angst, they had tears for me,
one said, I will get you some clean clothes and shoes,;
           they told me to stay as long as I wanted and needed to,
from the basement they carried up a mattress and blankets.

      I think-  I slept for a week, waking in great panic and fear,
then, falling back when I realized it was a bad dream only;
           I was full of shivers and willies, fearful of all sounds,
the girls encouraged me to call my parents and with unease I did.

      Within an hour my mother was there hugging me,
my parents welcomed me home and dad bought me clothes;
          for a long time- I suffered from androphobia and xenophobia,
but in time the heebie-jeebies left me, and I found me again.

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September 3, 2017

Narrative/Into The Night
Copyright Protected, ID 936887


Written for the contest, Fear
sponsor, Debbie Guzzi

Sixth Place

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 9/16/2017 10:50:00 AM
love this powerful write, my friend - fiction, I hope? Love to you & the kitties x
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Date: 9/16/2017 12:13:00 PM
Sadly, this is a true story, Jack, of a time in my yesterday, thanks for visiting
Date: 9/4/2017 9:07:00 PM
Very moving, Constance--CONGRATS! Janice
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Date: 9/16/2017 12:13:00 PM
Thank you Janice
Date: 9/4/2017 7:09:00 AM
A great story my friend. I can well understand your fears. Good luck with the contest.
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Date: 9/16/2017 12:14:00 PM
Victor thanks for the great
Date: 9/3/2017 11:04:00 AM
so powerfully penned Constance I felt the pain for anyone trapped in such an abusive relationship and i hope this is a work of fiction:-( hugs jan xx
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Date: 9/16/2017 12:15:00 PM
Jan, this is a true experience that I have written about
Date: 9/3/2017 10:49:00 AM
Wow Broken Wings, this is so powerful and written to show exactly what it can be like for victims in this situation. Very well done. I love how you found you again at the end. Good luck in the contest. I hope it places well :)
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Date: 9/16/2017 12:16:00 PM
Heidi, thanks for the comment and the love