The Rebirth of Me

Who Am I?

My arms shook aggressively as I swept the broken glass off the floor; spaghetti scattered everywhere and meat sauce spread on the walls. He was just having a stressful day at work he didn't mean it or maybe it was because I didn't fix myself the way he likes. I glanced over as he was sitting in the living room enjoying a beer while watching a football game. Once everything was picked up I washed my hands and the red wine he threw in my face. I looked up to the window and stared at my reflection. Horrified by what I saw, I didn't even recognized who I was. My eyes began to get watery but I quickly gathered myself. He hates it when I cry so I finished the dishes and went upstairs to lie down.

I was in a deep sleep when a shout awoken me suddenly. 

"Olivia! Get down here right now!"

What have I done I thought to myself; every step I took I tried to remember if I cleaned everything in the house. "Yes is everything okay?"

He was completely silent; he slowly lifted his foot and pulled out a shard of glass. I gasped at the sight, I should have check the living room to see if any glass made it over there. Petrified I didn't know what was going to happen next. He limped his way towards me while I held my breath.

"Clean this mess up and bandage my foot or you will never have a pleasant day again."

He shoved me and I quickly ran up the stairs to get the first aid kit. Silent tears made it difficult to find; I can't endure being treated this way every moment of everyday. I took the kit from the restroom cabinet and wiped my tears with the sleeves of my pajama top.

He was sitting on a chair and I began to clean his wound. "Ow you're hurting me! You know this is your fault. I do everything for you and you don't appreciate it. I bought you this house; I provide you food, clothes and security. This right here is how you repay me, you're useless."

The fiery rage that had been bottle up inside for years finally bursted out of me. "It was my money that bought this house; its me that turns the food into meals! You are a useless man unable to love a great women like me!" He eyes were wide and his mouth slightly opened. "You are not a man you're a coward!"

I quickly smacked his foot off my knee, stood up and with all my strength I push him back on his chair. As soon as he hit the ground I ran to the door, grabbed my keys, purse and jumped into the car with no shoes. A rush of euphoria came over me as I drove to the police station I was free for the first time in a long time.