Rounding the corner, I see the huge pot he’d used to pour ice water over me. Hair is plastered to my head, sweater and panties… soaked…shaking from cold and rage…I grab the broom.
He’s setting up the bed…. I start wailing on him with the broom. He’s so surprised, he’s in shock for a split second. I keep pounding on him, years of rage handed out in the only way I have at the moment. Every time I land a blow, I grunt louder and louder. Then he laughs…he freakin laughs…I roar and bring the broom down across the bridge of his nose. He screams…blood starts pouring down his mouth and chin. “You bitch!” he yells and grabs the broom, twisting it and snapping the handle. The end I’m holding has a nice sharp point. He lunges at me; I move, sending him crashing to the floor.
“You think you’re some kind of f*****g Ninja!!” he barks. I step back, watching him get up off the floor. In what he thinks is a surprise move, he dives for me again. I bring my knee up, catching him square in the crotch. He falls like a bag of cement, yelping, calling me every name he can think of. He’s almost face down and I feel this huge surge of something. I put one foot on his left shoulder, placing the sharp end of my broom handle right on his jugular. Instantly he stops moving. “What are doing you crazy bitch!” he breathes. I press down on my make shift weapon. “What do you want?” he squeaks.
“You will never again lay a hand on my babies,” I hiss and press the handle down on his neck. “Stop!” he screeches. “Stop?” I ask with amazement. “Did you stop when I begged for my life, when you beat the crap out of me? If you ever touch the babies or me, I will kill you.” I press down on his neck again. “Maybe I’ll just push this broom handle through your neck and out your throat and watch you bleed to death.” I push down harder and he’s wailing that he’s sorry. Somewhere inside of me something tells me that I could kill him and just walk away…But another part of me says don’t do anything that will make them take your babies from you…
I twist the end of the broom on his neck and cause him more pain. I want to hurt him so bad…make him feel what I’ve been feeling so long…I start to let up and he turns just a bit. I can’t let him go yet. I slam the sharp broom into his neck and he screams, “Please, please stop! I’ll never hurt you or the babies. I swear on my mother’s life.” Blood is trickling down his neck where I’ve broken the skin. All you have to do is hold this broom stick up and drive it into his neck….
I walk away… I strip down and get into a warm sweater and my jeans. I lay down between the babies’ beds. I realize I’ve lost some of my hearing when I hear the bathroom water running but I didn’t hear him walking down the hall. I turn around so that my head sticks out from the bottom of the beds. If I can’t hear him, I want to be able to see him…I leave Monday when he’s gone to work…dear God let me get out before one of us kills the other…
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