|Watching. (standard:drama, 1266 words)|
|Author: jenne64||Added: Dec 18 2000||Views/Reads: 3427/1766||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Jessica watched him,not knowing what this night would change her life forever. Feedback always appreciated.|
Watching. By Jenne64 Jessica stood in the doorway, watching the clock tick away the hours, the minutes,and the seconds until he would return. A few more minutes, just a few more minutes, and through the door he would surely burst, like a tornado ready to sweep havoc on her life. She glanced around around the room. Everything was in order, everything ready for his homecoming. She felt the fear rise within her as she watched and waited. Friday nights were never good nights in their household. Too many times had this happened now, and she knew she needed to break free, but instead she just stood and watched, seemingly powerless to do little else. She had nowhere to run, she had no where to hide, so instead she just watched and waited. Her body tensed as the door knob turned, still she stood and watched, her eyes wide open, her hands wringing , cold and sweaty. She watched as his dishevelled face appeared around the door, quickly followed by his body. As usual he was having trouble coordinating his steps. A good sign as far as Jessica was concerned. As his body slumped into the armchair, his armchair, she waited for his command ready to spring into action. "More beeeer." came the slurred sound. Jessica hurried into the kitchen, hastily retreiving the cool can from the even cooler refrigerator. As the cool air hit her she wondered for just one moment, if life was really supposed to be like this. She was sure it wasn't but... "I said, where's my beer?" His angry voice drifted through the apartment and Jessica knew better than to keep him waiting. 'Maybe he'll sleep after this one.' The thought hung in her head as she opened the can and procceded to offer him it. Roughly he grabbed it from her. Jessica watched now. Watched the man that she had once loved beyond anything else, as he placed the can to his lips, the lips that had once kissed her with such affection ,but now only offered cold words and harsh critisms. "Anything to eat?" Jessica stiffled not only a sigh, but also the overwhelming urge she felt to tell him about herself, the way she felt. She suddenly wanted to hurt him, the way he was hurting her, but she resisted, all to aware of the concequences. "Sure, what would you like this evening?" She fought hard to keep the sarcasm from her voice as she replied. Jessica watched as he began to use the remote control to flick from channel to channel on the old black and white TV. "Anything. Just don't get smart with me Missy, I don't need your bloody airs and graces." Quickly Jessica retreated to the kitchen. Once more she opened the fridge and began to examine it's contents. There wasn't much to see inside the cool interior, but she managed to select a microwavable meal for one. 'Lasagne, that should quell his temper a little.' She all but threw the meal into the microwave and watched as it spun round just as the thoughts in her head were. From the living room she could hear him ranting and raving at the TV. "God, what is this bloody country coming to? Run by a bunch of pansies and women. Bloody good for nothings, that's what they are...." The rants went on and on just as the meal appeared to spin for eternity until finally a short ping signalled it was ready. Jessica placed it on the plate and hastily made her way towards him. She offered him the plate, forcing herself to smile. Click here to read the rest of this story (76 more lines)
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