The sun has gone down into rest, the moon has just arrived glowing like melted platinum. She likes the night. It hides her flaws; her imperfections, and the scars that burned into her flesh... no longer hurt.
The house once drowned in a fuzzy cavern of brimming darkness, which was not abnormal to her. It was her husband's presence that brought significant light not unlike a shimmering gleam of sunshine. It brightened up the home; and often her heart… but not anymore.
Eve sat down on the cold, brown, sloppy old hammock chair, legs crossed, arms resting awkwardly on her knees. Her eyes were closed while she waited in hostility.
Hours before the dawn-light brings color back to the sky, Eve hears the familiar sound of Chesed's car parking in the garage. She stays settled in her seat like a lazy cat.
"Where were you?" Eve piqued at Chesed before he had a chance to step in. He was wearing that hideous black leather coat that she hated, with those dark red shiny boots and carrying a big silver suitcase in his hands.
Chesed looked at Eve with a smile on his face, his attitude calm and amiable. He didn’t seem to notice the protruding vein on her forehead.
"Oh where I was last night you ask!" Chesed said with a fake yellow giggle. He continued, "You don’t seem unhappy with me being late, now sweetheart", and slammed the door.
"What are you talking about you moron?" Eve screamed.
Ah the old bogus, passive-aggressive way for “I was sleeping with someone else?" Chesed said.
Yes, you got that right; mister fancy pants… wait what!! I was what! Her brain barely had the time register what he just said. He had caught her completely off guard.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?" Eve asked in an electrifying shriek.
"Do you think I haven’t noticed the laptop on the table beside you”, his breath was getting shallow and the past calm façade he held up long enough had disappeared. He continued, “It's opened on the Facebook page where you’ve been chatting with your lustful lover all night long.” Eve’s eyes widened into silver dollars at his insolent statement. Chesed edged closer to her, “I bet you’re not wearing anything beneath this silky, soft red blooded sleeping dress! Am I right?" Chesed said in a dark throaty whisper.
Eve's legs were stiff from the shock. Her muscles ached and her tongue was dry and brittle. She licked her quivering, chapped lips, “are you serious, or are you trying to cover up something” she barely mustered as she simmered.
Out of nowhere, Chesed’s big silver suitcase was plunged at Eve; she flinched in scorching pain as it hit her on the shoulder. She watched the whites in his eyes turn a pure black, and his iris glowered teal. Eve looked at him, his eyes now narrowed into dark slits; rigid and cold. His hands were clenched into pale knuckles and his teeth were like boulders smashing into each other in sheer curiosity. Eve froze in fear, a sinking feeling in her stomach pounded her, cold blood ran through her veins, her entire body was shaking!
Angry eyes were just the beginning, then came the slamming and the clipped words… and then it happened.
He hit her. He hit her face, and he hit her hard. The perfect stripes of eyeliner smeared the blue eyes that he'd had once fallen for. Now they were no more than dirty ice. His eyes; where there had been love, now there was emptiness.
A final glance at his furious eyes confirmed the possible outcome glaring at her; she saw satisfaction of a vindictive man that had been just offered loaded gun and a "get out of jail free card". He’d have no problem pulling the trigger.
Eve laid on the ground, bruised, the tears had evaporated from her face only to leave a black trail behind.
Chesed was hovering over her now, “I find no pleasure in taking you down, but I haven't even swung a punch yet and I can already see you quiver.” He continued in between heaving breaths “How weak you are!! You cannot control yourself and so I control you.” Chesed screeched in pain, as he raised his fist.
At that moment, just as his anger was going to pour over the bundled Eve, he noticed that familiar face of a young pretty redhead girl on the laptop screen. It was that of the girl he had been seeing for almost a year… The blood drained out of his face and in her despair Eve dropped unconscious.
All that time he thought she was seeing someone else when in fact it that was the infidel!
Throughout her life she had never been able to see anything through her eyes. She could only see with her imagination, even before being blind but, with her blindness inferiority and underprivilege were never foreign to her. They were home.
