Source: Writing Prompt #348
She somehow finds the last of her energy and launches herself up and at him with the knife. She could taste the familiar metallic tang in her mouth and knew that her lip was bleeding. It barely healed before this episode. It was a daily ritual for him as he enters the house and immediately loses his mind. It wasn’t anything important or drastic this time. It was that his dinner was a bit cold.
The reason was never really important or drastic. The children are still awake. The lights in the kitchen were on. Her friend called during dinnertime. All ridiculous reasons.
But this time, when she felt her head bang on the table again, it was as if something or someone possessed her. She could feel her eyes swelling and her lip burst open but she didn’t cry again. This time was different. She wasn’t afraid. She didn’t cocoon into a fetal position rocking and crying and begging him to stop. This time she was angry.
It all boiled within her in seconds. She saw a flash of everyday of the last ten years: every slap, every punch, every beating. She saw how she would bow in shame and follow his orders. She even recalled how she lost her baby a few years. It all came back to her. He told her she wouldn’t be spared just because she was pregnant. She begged for him to have mercy on their child but he just laughed. A hysterical laugh and said, “do you think that you can get away with your mistakes?” The anger of it all, the horror of her life, the burden she kept all arose in her and exploded. She exploded.
She pulled herself to the counter and rested her head on its cool surface. She saw the knife eyeing her and her hand crept towards it, with a life of its own. She wasn’t her hurt obedient self; she was the woman she always wanted to be. She turned with the knife clutched between her fingers and madness in her eyes.
You will pay.