A Housewives' Tale

Chapter 5 - A Situation

Recap:

Just as I was walking down the street, a rough looking man, wearing dark clothes approached, obviously overdrunk already and gasped as I realised who it was.

"Hey sexy lady, oh, oh, oh, why if it isn't dear old Abigail" The man made hardly any sense due the fact that his peech was completely slurred, but that is what I think he said.

He then pulled me into the nearest alleyway, in broad daylight mind you, and it was at that moment that I wish I was able to run away.

But I couldn't......I never could......

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-August 4, 1962-

"Please, don't start this!" I trembled as he placed his hands my waist, pinning me to the wall in the process.

"Start what, baby? I've got no idea what you are rambling on about, but let me shut you up!" His breath made me cringe, the stench of alcohol filling the air around me.

He then smashed his lips against mine and I defensively kept my mouth wired shut, not letting his tongue, which was licking my lips, get through. He pulled away and slapped me in the face. "You call that a kiss!" He snapped at me, taking a long step backwards.

"You're drunk Jeremy, please let's just go home." I pleaded with him, my eyes welling up from fear.

"Not until I get a real kiss from my WIFE!" He snapped back, then forced another kiss on me. I unwiilingly gave in, until he started snaking his hand up my thigh, underneath my dress.

I pulled away, then pushed Jeremy backwards. "STOP!" I yelled into his face and then felt a fist connect with my own face.

I fell to the ground, and he kicked me straight in the abdomen multiple times. With each kick, I felt another one of ribs cracking, knowing that they weren't even fully healed from last time. He then got down on the ground, lifted me up and punched me in the mouth, causing my lip to split and for both my mouth and lip to bleed. He then dropped me to the ground, my head smacking onto the ground in the process.

The last thing I saw was Jeremy looking at me, "You know what, screw you. I'm staying at Ed's place tonight. See you in hell", then walking away as I slipped into total darkness.......

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-August 5, 1962-

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

My eyes flutter open and I look around me. I'm lying in an uncomfortable bed, in an off-white room, with a small window on one wall, a painting of a flower on another. A small indoor plant is situated in a corner of the room. I look to my right and see a young woman dressed in floral scrubs, looking at a small screen, then turning to look at me.

"Hello Abigail, how are you feeling?" She gave me a sympathetic smile as she helped me sit up in my bed. I only just manage to hold back my scream in pain as I move.

"Not bad. I'm in a little bit a pain though. Can I ask, how bad is it this time?" I braced myself as she sat down in the chair next to the bed, waiting for whatever she was about to say.

"Well, you have a few broken ribs, a split lip, a cut on your head, a black eye, a few more bruises here and there and you sustained a concussion that knocked you out for about 14 hours, which must be a new record for you." She smiled again as she took down her observations a sheet of paper stuck to a small, wooden clipboard.

"Yeah it is. I'm actually quite hungry. Is there anyway that I could eat something, please". I looked at her and she simply nodded back at me.

"I'll get you your medication while I'm at it, okay?" I nodded back. "Good, I'll be back soon". She walked away, and i was left with nothing to do and no one to talk to, as usual.