Shock
She stared at me with disbelief and wonder; I could feel her sanity slipping away with each breath she took as her heart thudded within her chest her eyes watered, her legs shook below the table and her fingers wrapped around her pencil as she fumbled with the eraser. She licked her lips and swallowed trying to relax, I could even see her counting to ten inside her head as her heart slowed, nothing could have prepared her for what had just happened. It was as if she was in a completely different world the moment she opened her eyes, I watched her as she cried into her bruised arms, she couldn’t do it anymore the pain had to stop, she parted her hair to the side and above her swollen eye lids was a cut from the left side of her forehead to her jaw line. She smiled at me knowing it was finally going to be over, no longer would she be a battered woman. She would finally be the one that got away, a chance, in that moment you could have told her nothing that would make her world shatter, except the one thing none of us knew at the time. She was pregnant, and it was his.
Copyright © Nichole Anderson | Year Posted 2012
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