“Get up you bitch”

“Get up you bitch”

Terror seizes at my heart as I hear him shout my name.

God, please don’t let him be drinking again.

The shattering of glass echoes through the house.

Quickly I go to pick up the shattered bottle, kneeling as I worked.

“Get up you Bitch!” he shouts. “Get up you Whore!”

I stand slowly and as I turn he raises a bat.

Stars, then black.

He is standing over me.

When I open my eyes, he brings the bat down across my back.

Pain, oh such pain.

Another blow, with both hands on the bat, this time in the stomach.

I wish to die, for the pain to end.

Again in the head.

I lay there, not moving, eyes closed.

I hear the door closing.

Somehow I manage to get up to look out the window, seeing him leave.

Yet I know that he will not stay away no matter how much I wish he would.

by Mindy Hawk, All Rights Reserved