He hits her across her face.
A tear rolls down her eye.She wants to run away but doesn't
He has all the hate in his eyes, the blood on her lip reflecting in them
She doesn't know him anymore, he is not the same guy.
He throws her on the bed, twists her arm till he can see her wince...
Her tears feel salty, and his grip on her arms...cold
He throws her against the wall, and pours the sugarless, boiling coffee over her. That'll teach her how to make coffee.
She hopes she can remember he takes 3 cubes of sugar not two...like he did before.
He wonders if he can get rid of her.
She wonders if she can ever leave...
She found his gun took it with her when she gave him another cup of coffee. Points it straight at his temple. The same cold eyes...she puts the gun in her mouth and leaves him.....forever.
Disclaimer: Nobody can condone domestic violence, neither do I....part of the above is fiction part is not....
6 comments:
Dude you seriously need to come back or we need to send somebody there!!!
Too much of loneliness is wrecking havoc on you!
The bast*** is still alive??!!
Provoked...
hmm.. very disturbing
@ smart: :) it has nothing to do with me...this one is true at least partly as I said...
@ road: Yup alive and kicking...not really provoked!
@ alien: whats worse is it is much more common than you can imagine!
GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT.....
@ Shubs: Abba kya ho gaya...this post has nothing to do with me!!
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