That gut wrenching feeling you have just before the
storm, the feeling that lets you know that your world is about to be thrown
off. Your stomach churns and your mouth is bitter occasionally you have dizzy
spells and you are not at ease. Your heart is racing with no destination you
break off in a sweat every now and again, you zone out and you come back only to realize you haven’t yet been dealt your blow quite as yet. This goes on all
day and time is mercilessly dragging along your nail bed has been depleted to
nothing with all the nervous biting, you have walked the house down with chattering teeth.
You have thought of every possible excuse and every apology
and you know it won’t work, you know the wrath all too well and the rage that
has no comprehension or mercy upon you. You picture all the painful
possibilities and with chills down your spine, you set off on your hundredth inspection
of the house and yard everything must be perfect so your fault doesn't seem
major. The wait is agony the desire to run away plays before you then you
consider where to run too, to the parent’s farm out of the city bathing in buckets
and chopping firewood? That can’t be life, leaving the comfort of five bedrooms,
three bathrooms, a swimming pool, splendor and beauty that you only laid eyes on in
magazines as a child up until now, surely what’s to come is worth the lifestyle she led Anotida thought.
The gate opening
disrupted her thoughts and within seconds he burst in the door with his radiant
smile but she froze and couldn't move. He plucked a kiss on her cheek and inquired on her day, no response came so
he went on to ask her to get his favorite lucky silk shirt he had an important meeting in two hours. In horror her frozen state melted away and sweat was cascading down, not the shirt she thought, why was she so unlucky life wasn't fair to her in this moment, Anotida felt.
She dragged her feet up the stairs
and got out the shirt she was desperately trying to make the burn not show in
his shirt but he walked in as she attempted to cover up her error and saw what had happened. The radiance in his face
dried up and he transformed into the grey devil she knew all too well, He came
down on her like a tonne of bricks with streams of abuse and slaps across the
face that sounded like gun shots that pierced her soft skin leaving cuts. She
tried to curl herself up to protect herself but he wasn't having that he lifted
her and swung her across the hall, “smash” in to the hallway mirror and she fell
to the ground with a thousand pieces of glass following her, her eyes were swollen shut now
and the smell of her own blood made her throw up, in disgust he kicked her down the stairs.
Anotida fell to her death at just
twenty six years of age at the hands of an abusive spouse simply because she
burnt a shirt by mistake.
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