Four years. Four years Jenna took the beatings of her husband, and she had finally mustered up the courage to stand up today. She had it all planned out. Candles were laid out all around the bedroom, she had on a red silk lingerie dress, and an ax lay just under the bed where she could reach it. She had thought long and hard about this, but she knew it had to be done. She had a back up gun on top of the dresser, a precaution. Oh, how she was excited. She had thought everything out. Every little detail. And when she finally heard his car lock, she nearly squealed. Putting on a bleak face, she laid herself out seductively on the bed. Dave opened the front door and yelled for Jenna to greet him, but she just waited. More yelling, she knew he was going to hit her, but it didn’t matter. It would all be over soon. Dave threw the door open, his mouth open to yell, but it turned into an ugly smirk. He made a remark that had the hairs on the back of her neck standing, but she made herself act calm. It wouldn’t work if she wasn’t calm. Patting the bed next to her, she invited him over. He didn’t have to look twice. The large man striped and went to the bed. She scooted back and lay flat, letting one arm fall off the bed unnoticeably. He saw nothing, only the beautiful, beaten woman in the silk dress. Just as he was almost on top of her, she took hold of the ax and swung. It caught him in the head; he literally had no idea what hit him. Jenna frowned, she had been hoping he’d feel the pain she’d endured, but the way he dropped like a sack told her it wouldn’t happen. No worries, she thought. Now to continue.
Two weeks later, Jenna Jones took over her husband’s deli, said husband having left without trace. The deli, on the other hand, was said to have costumers coming back daily for the new fresh meat that had been imported. The meat was the best they’d ever had.
