Watching. (standard:drama, 1266 words)
Author: jenne64	Added: Dec 18 2000	Views/Reads: 4758/2741	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Jessica watched him,not knowing what this night would change her life forever. Feedback always appreciated.

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"What the hell is this slop? Call that a meal? Jesus woman, you can't
even cook properly." The anger in his voice all to evident. Jessica 
stepped back trying to avoid the outstretched hand as he flung it 
towards her. 

" WHACH" The blow hit her face with some force, the impact sending her
sprawling across the floor. Instinctivly she curled into a ball, sure 
that more blows would follow. As she lay there waiting, she was already 
planning the excuses she would offer for the bruises that would be all 
to evident on her body the following morning. 

'I walked into an open door, I was clumsy and had fallen down the
stairs.......' 

She laid and waited, her eyes tightly shut. Nothing happened, still she
waited, still nothing. Cautiously one eye opened , then the other, 
unwrapping her arms from around her head, she saw the small figure that 
had appeared at the bottom of the stairway. Her heart pounded at the 
sight, and her first instinct was to rise and usher the figure back 
upstairs, back to saftey. 

Before she had even began to rise another vicious blow reigned down on
her, this time contacting with her side, knocking the wind from her 
lungs. She gasped for air, trying to blot out the pain, trying to get 
to the small figure that had begun to cry. 

Jessica began to crawl across the floor, each movement silent torture,
each movement met by yet another viscious blow from the still booted 
foot of the man she had once loved. Jessica focused all her energy upon 
the small boy, her small boy, his face streaming with tears. Watching 
she felt the anger rise from within her.  So much anger, so much 
hatred, like nothing she had ever felt before. 

She turned her blood stained, ashen face towards her husband and
screamed. Something snapped inside her as she watched his face, twisted 
and contoured in it's rage. Another blow hit her chest, harder this 
time. Jessica felt her bones break beneath her but still she struggled 
to sit up. She looked around her, her eyes half shut, trying to focus 
her thoughts, to blot out the pain. 

He stopped for an instance and Jesicca seized her chance. Quickly she
grabbed the heavy metal poker from beside the fireplace. Focusing all 
her anger and rage that had been held within her for so long, she 
struck him, just as she had struck her moments earlier. Still gasping 
for air, she watched as he fell to the floor, his face no longer full 
of rage but of suprise and pain. 

Now he watched her, he watched her rise above him, poker in hand and he
watched as she brought the cool steel metal down, smashing it over his 
body. He cried out in pain and still she hit him, relentlessly, 
mercilesly  until he lay in silently in a pool of his own, viscious, 
red blood. 

The room was silent now for Jessica as she slumped to the floor once
more. Then nothing, nothing at all. 

Sometime later Jessica regained conciousness. How long she had lain on
the carpet she could only guess. She tried to focus on the familiar 
room but her attention was grabbed by something else. The small figure 
that clung to her leg. Jessica pulled herself up, painfully she reached 
forward, touching the small child first with her fingertips and then 
with her whole hand. She felt the softness of his hair beneath her hand 
as he stirred from his slumber. 

"Mummy, Mummy are you ok?" An excited voice asked her through the haze
that was her brain. 

"Yes, yes, Mummies ok." Jessica looked around her as the child swung his
arms around her. The reality of what had taken place in this room hit 
her with more force than any blow her Husband had ever administered. 
She reached towards the phone that lay on the table and dialed the 
number, 

"Police please." 


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