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Enraged
His jaw locked
Her frown making a crease above her eyes.
Both lacking smiles.
At least 18 empty cans by the sink, after a drunken adventure through a gravel pit, truck stuck, finally home at 3:30 in the morning.
Voices elevated…Yelling.
Hurling insults, names and spit flying.
She’s under him
He swings one, two, three times as she curls up to protect her face and chest,
Back flat on the torn, beat up couch
His finger, in and out of her face.
A blob of spit hits her cheek, while the stench of Budweiser hits her nose.
The word bitch, still ringing in her ears, while the bruises form on her thighs.
What’s going through his head?
His self control…gone.
Tunnel vision as he feels his heart beat in his beady red, blood shot eyes,
Finally he’s done, but he wonders why she’s defiant?
Because fathers aren’t supposed to leave their daughters crying.
Good write, very powerful
Good write, very powerful statement being made
Thanks! :)
Thanks! :)