It’s hard when someone you love so much is the same person that others hate with an undying fury. But I wasn’t supposed to care. I mean, I was but not this much. I wasn’t supposed to stay up into the late night hours; anxious and crazed, worrying if anyone will come looking for us tonight.
And someone always did. Tonight it was Kyle, big and buff Kyle. He frightened me but when he entered our tiny living space standing tall over me … I tried not to show it.
“Leave, Kyle.” I snapped, glaring intensely at him. He smirked.
“Calm it down, Sarah.” He laughed, “Don’t wanna wake her up now, do ya?” He looked over my shoulder—I glazed with him—at my sleeping baby girl, Rosa. Why had her life been created this way? Why? Why? Why? I moaned in pain just thinking about how all of her dreams will be crushed. I moaned … with Kyle still standing over me. Bad choice.
I should never have turned my back on him. He grabbed my shoulders quickly, picking me up off the cot in our little space. Kyle didn’t speak at first; he threw me against the opposite wall, holding me there.
“I’ll make quick of this.” He slapped me across the face and I momentarily saw stars before snapping back to. One thing to focus on: He’s closer to my baby than me.
“Fine, kill me.” I spit, “What shall you do after though?” This stumped him but he recovered.
“Kill her as well so I’ll be rid of it all. You’re haunting me, Sarah. You should have escaped while you could.”
“You had her.” I snarled, “And I would never leave without her.”
“What if she leaves without you? What do you propose then?”
“You can kill me then. If she decides to leave here.”
“And she will.” He said with a dark chuckle. “When she realizes her fate, she’d be up and gone without a goodbye.”
“Then you can kill me.” I repeated in a serious tone and he dropped me on the floor by the cot.
“I’ll be looking forward to then.”