A woman endures years of abuse by her husband. It doesn't take much before things go from bad to worse and someones life hangs in the balance.
I should have listened to my mother and left him. His smile a drug that I couldn't resist. Through all the wrongs, it made the world seem grand. His pearly whites were my cocaine. The rugged embrace of his arms a blanket from this unruly and unjust society. When at my lowest,after the attack, he cradled and covered me in sweet emotions.
Those years are long gone, we are different people now. I'm still weak for his smile but deep inside I feel different. He has a new obsession; my pain is what he covets most of all. Women are naturally weak right? I need to suck it up and give him everything he desires, but deep down anguished screams express my inherent displeasure with the situation. His fists of anger hit deep and silent unnoticeable to the outside world. I'm sure some suspect what is happening but they are blind and deaf to my blank cries.
Tonight he will step through the door, remove his hat and unleash the smile that blinds my soul from his flaws. His footsteps echo through the hallway and I rush to finish preparing his food. The door knob turns and he opens the door, entering taking off his hat as he steps in. I set his plate down next to his cup of tea and rush to his side.
His smile flaring stark white fangs eager for flesh."Hello there darling."
This isn't reality,his fangs an illusion created by my conscience, a warning of the monster festering within his soul. What if he is a vile demon? How can someone weak as myself stop such a savage beast?
Reaching in close I greet him with a kiss trying to choke back the urge to vomit.
"Welcome home baby." I take his tweed jacket and hang it in the closet while he continues to the kitchen inspecting the cleanliness of the house along the way.
"How was your day?" Hoping to sidetrack his inspection I move to his side.
"Dinner is ready. We are having your favorite tonight."
On instinct he grabs the remote from the mahogany coffee table and turns it to the game finding the Saints losing to the Panthers seven to fourteen in the fourth quarter. The Saints running back fumbles the ball giving the Panthers possession.
Irate, he throws the remote across the room. " Shit!, can't those dumb fuck's do anything right! "