lily

beaten up to the death

I was standing in front of our home searching for my keys. I was taking everything in my bag. For sure I locked the door so the keys must be in the bag. But for some odd reason I couldn't find it.

" Oh yes. It's in my Jean's pocket, silly me." I forgot that I put it in there.

I put everything  back in my bag. Opened the door and got in. Before going in to the kitchen I made sure to lock the front door.

Took a bottle of water from the fridge and sat on a chair by the dinning table.

I washed my hand after eating the chocolate. I went upstairs with the bottle of water.

I drank a little water and opened the door of my room. I saw him standing in the middle of my room. The water bottle slipped out of my hand in shock.

Oh sorry. It wasn't my room. It was our room. But he wasn't supposed to be here.

"You are here?." I asked trying to hide the shock and fear.

"Wasn't I suppose to come here." He said casually. I think.

"No.. no. I thought you said two more days yesterday." I said.

"So..." He looked at me carefully. And continued " where are you coming from." He was looking straight my eyes.

"From the beach." I couldn't dare to break eye contact from him.

"Why...?" The question was simple. But my level of fear was rised.

" I went to the concert, but thought it's better to walk on the beach."

"With who?" I could bearly finished when he questioned me.

"No one actually." I said it. But he didn't look that he believes me.

I new it from the experience of my eight years of marriage life. Most of the time I had lived in a fear. He never hesitate to slap me. Also he uses bad language although he new it disterbs me like fire.

At first he loved me, but the days passed with his changing appearance.

I never go out or socially active no other way, but still he thinks that I had relationships behind his back.

The only one who visited me was Keyden. But he never came alone. He always came with Carter. Now they are together and planning to get married next month.

I'm happy for them.

Robin was silent for a while. But he looks like a volcano ready to explode any minute.

Then he walk until he reach in front of me. He captured my cheeks with his one hand and other hand grabbed my hair.
It hurt like fire.

He pressed his fingers in my cheek harder and said,"are you saying that you are coming from the beach at 3am. And you want to me to believe that you were alone."
He pushed me from the already opened door.

I fell on my butt and hit my head on the hard floor.

Through my pained eyes I saw he walk to my direction.

"I don't want you in my room. I'm not gonna tolerate a betraya in my house."
I stood up to go away from him.  I tried to go down stairs but before that I felt his hand on my back. Next thing I knew was I rolled down from stairs.

After in a minute I was downstairs. Pain was everywhere. I couldn't move a single finger. Tears rolling out of my eyes.

"Are you dead..." He asked me in a cold tone. Next thing I knew was more pain in my chest.

I cried of pain. Then darkness overtook my brain.

So this is how I die.

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