A Bad Life

Shattered Glass And Broken Hearts

Thursday Night

Stephany carefully unlocked the door to the house. No lights were on which was unusual. He should be home she thought. She had ran into some old friends and had lost track of time, on top of the trains running late she had come home later than usual. She hoped he wasn't mad. She placed her bag down on the table and sat down to light a smoke. She played some music on her phone and just relaxed in the dark. It was pleasant to feel nice for a change. Even the bruises she had weren't hurting. Half an hour later she heard the front door open. "Baby is that you?" she called. He stomped into the kitchen and slammed the lights on. In the sudden flash of lights she never saw his fist connect with her jaw. She flew back off her chair and her arm was cut ooen as an old glass was knocked over with her as his fists and boots began pummelling into her already battered body. Instinct kicked in and she began crawling blindly towards the bathroom as blow upon blow landed on her, slowly draining her energy. She felt true terror as he stopped beating her and began grabbing at her pants. It hit her when he spoke "Call the fucking cops on me will you?! They blood tested me and searched me completely for drugs! Now maybe I should fucking return the favour you fucking dirty mutt!" all she could do was scream and kick but he was much too big and she was far too weak from the beatings and lack of food. She screamed until her lungs were burning and her throat felt like it had torn. Still she screamed into the night for help. Any help. Even death was preferable to this she thought. Why didn't he just kill me first?