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|view in the storm (standard:drama, 378 words)|
|Author: Brittany.D||Added: Mar 09 2004||Views/Reads: 1920/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Violent husband tyrannize his wife.|
It rained. She sat there in the kitchen, her eyes fixed on the old oak, wich was standing in the garden and fighted against the beginning storm. She never gave the tree her attention before. It was like some of the obvious things on earth you never pay attention for. The tree simply has alwas been standing there. Normally she didn´t like big, old trees. They always had made her feel uncomfortable. Now, she found that the old oak had got something reassuring. She feeled kind of solidarity. The oak was ugly and she found it disgusting. Like her husband found her ugly and disgusting too. He often told her, even if he was not drunken. She lived for five years in the house and she was always able to overlook the oak, like Frank alwayas fail to notice her. Excepts the moments he was angry about something she did. Usually everything she did was wrong. “You´re disgusting me. You and this damn brat!” Silent tears passed her face, while she was thinking of the discussion on this morning. Gently she rubbed over her stomach. She was still slim. But knowing that a new life was growing in her, made her feel torn. She loved this baby, even it was not born yet. But she hated its dad. Suddenly the door was opened. Frank came in, staggering and with a bottle of wine in his hand. “Hey babe!” he shouted as he sat down on the chair in front of his wife. “No food?” he asked and looked around. “Thought you were coming later.”, she explained. “Women shouldn´t think they should do. Just do!” She stood up and went to the fridge. “Hamburger?” she asked. Frank nodded, while he was drinking his wine. “Damn slut.” he said, hardly audible. She paused. Then without thinking, she grasped the big pan and hit him. He got down. Blood covered the ground. “Damn bastard.” she said. Suddenly she felt free. She went the down the stairs to the cellar, took the gasoline and returned back to the kitchen. Frank was still knocked down. She wet the floor with the gasoline than she took her handbag and fetched the lighter. “Your daddy was a good man. He just died to early, sweety.” Tweet
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