A resounding smack echoed around the room. "Now if you ever talk to a man again, I'll kill those little brats," my husband spat in my face. My cheek burned as he walked away to the recliner and sat in it, turning the TV on like nothing just happened. "Make me some dinner, woman," he growled. I immediately jumped up and shooed my three terrified children out of the kitchen. "W-what w-would you l-like, dear," I asked. "Steak and taters with gravy and green beans," he ordered. "Yes, dear." I got out all the ingredients and began cooking. I pulled the beans out of a drawer in the fridge and pulled a small bags of potatoes from the cupboard. I filled two pans with water and stripped the beans while the stove heated up. The water in both of the pans started to bubble so I threw the beans in one and started to peel the potatoes. I plopped four potatoes in the pot when I finished and turned the heat down so they could boil. As the meat cooked he yelled at me from his chair. "Get me a beer." I knew what was going to happen, I was going to have to fight to protect my children again tonight. As I shakily handed him his bottle of Budweiser, my kids peeked out from their room. They all looked a lot like me and my family. They had my light brown hair, lightly tanned skin and big brown eyes. Their noses looked like my fathers, they were small and petite, but they had my mother's jawline.
I scuttled back into the kitchen to finish cooking. The meat was almost done as well as the potatoes. I grabbed a clean plate but it slipped from my hand in my fearful hurry and crashed to the floor. I stood in terror as I heard the TV shut off and his foot steps slowly make their way into the kitchen. "Now why would you do that," he asked in a growl. I began to cry as the fear ripped through by body. "What the hell are you crying about?!" Him yelling at me made my throat constrict around a sob that burst past my lips. Before I knew it he had grabbed me by my shoulder length wavy hair and started to drag me outside. I kicked and screamed and fought to try and get out of his grip but he just dragged me. I could hear my six, five, and three year old sobbing from their room. He busted out of the front door with me of our trailer and threw me on the ground before he started to beat on me...again.
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I Deserve Love
General FictionThis is the story about four people who, like all humans, make mistakes. But other humans seem to think they are below them and their mistakes are wrong. No one loves, accepts, cares about, or wants them, until they meet each other. Then things chan...
