random drabbles and short stories

gone

The car's soft rumbles filled the car. He tried to focus on the road and his driving. He really did. But all he could worry about was the woman beside him. He felt his chest tighten as he spared a wary glance at her.

 Her legs were scratched and dirty, her pale skin red and purple in some areas. Her face streaked with damp, as she silently cried. She kept her chin propped on her hand, continually wiping her tears. 

Their eyes met. 

His eyes were filled with concern and worry, hers were filled with pure agony and disappointment. He reached his hand out towards her, in an attempt of comfort. She merely let his fingers daintily roam her once milky skin, feeling yet another tear run down her cheek.

 A lump formed in his throat, constricting his airway. His fingers slowly ran down from her arm to her stomach.

 "I'm sorry. I failed you, the both of you." 

More tears cascaded down her cheeks, and finally, she decided it was no use running her shaky hand across it. The scene played over and over in her head. 

They had hit, slapped, and kicked her. They left her almost lifeless and bloody. And had ran away, hearing her husband's voice. And now here they are, with pained sobs leaving their mouths. 

"He's gone. Our baby's gone."

~Lazy piece.