September 22, 2010

Moving On

Then she shoved the pill bottle in between her anti aging skin products and closed the medicine cabinet with a loud bang. Damn him for making her feel this way!

She needed away from this house, away from him! But he would know if she left. He always knew! Then a thought hit her. He would know if she took the car, but he wouldn't have any reason to keep an eye on his ATV would he?

She smiled for the first time in months as she quietly slipped out of the bathroom and down the hall to the back door. Just a few more steps. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

She froze at his angry words, but refused to turn and face him. "A walk. I was going to go for a walk."

"Liar." She cringed at his response and then heard his footsteps approach fast and hard.

"I did not throw this party for you to abandon it. Understand?"
She nodded as she felt him jerk her hair hard enough that she was suddenly falling backwards until she was lying on the ground. Then she felt his boot slam into her stomach.

"You should have taken your pills. you'd been better off. But, I'm tired of waiting." She watched in horror as he lifted his boot from her stomach and aimed for her head. She had to move. She needed to get away. The ATV. She could reach it. It was only a few feet away.

His boot met her face and she felt something warm run down her face as she rolled toward the off road vehicle. She could make it. She had to.