15 Minute Ficlets - To Turn Your Back
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15minuteficlets to see what the word was this time. So I looked at the word, set the timer and started writing. I know it's not that great, but that doesn't really matter. It's done and it felt good to write it. KWEE!
She saw his fist rising in the still air and tried very hard not to flinch away.
"Go ahead," she hissed. "Hit me, you son of a bitch. But you better make sure you knock me flat on my ass because there is no way in hell I'm staying here even one minute longer. I've had it with your shit."
To her amazement, Jeremiah faltered even as his rage contorted face turned an ugly mottled red.
"Where do you get the gall to talk to me like that?" He ground out between clenched teeth.
No wanting to talk anymore, Christina stepped backward toward the coat closet until she felt the bronze doorknob grind into her back. One trembling hand reached behind her, turned the knob, opened the door. Without looking she reached in and blindly grabbed a jacket. Any jacket. It didn't matter. It was cold outside and she so desperately needed to run away from here before he completely lost it.
And then he would really hurt her. Or maybe even something worse.
"Don't you turn you back to me, little girl." His voice was so low she wondered if it hurt him to speak. "Don't even think about leaving this house."
Quaking with fear, she brushed her thin blond hair from her eyes. It was the moment of truth. Now or never. Would she finally leave this hell? Would she finally be free? It was almost too much to dare hope and she was so very scared. Her heart thundered in her ears like the pounding drums of an advancing army.
"Good bye, Jeremiah," she whispered. "Please... Remember that once upon a time I really loved you."
Quickly she turned her back to her husband but before she could reach out and touch to the doorknob of the front door that lead to her dreamed of freedom, she felt Jeremiah's huge, calloused hand on her thin shoulders.
"You promised!" He roared, whirling her around so violently that she nearly lost her balance and had to catch herself awkwardly against the door-jamb. "'Till death do us part, bitch! A sacred, god-damned vow before God!"
His blue eyes were wild and crack-glazed, his lips twisted into a sneer of loathing. She screamed as his fist caught her high in the cheek, knocking her head back with a resounding smack. Only then did she catch the silver gleam of the blade he had concealed behind his back during their little 'argument'. Only then did she realize exactly how much trouble she was really in for.
But, of course, it was already too late.
THE END
Strike
15minuteficlets to see what the word was this time. So I looked at the word, set the timer and started writing. I know it's not that great, but that doesn't really matter. It's done and it felt good to write it. KWEE! She saw his fist rising in the still air and tried very hard not to flinch away.
"Go ahead," she hissed. "Hit me, you son of a bitch. But you better make sure you knock me flat on my ass because there is no way in hell I'm staying here even one minute longer. I've had it with your shit."
To her amazement, Jeremiah faltered even as his rage contorted face turned an ugly mottled red.
"Where do you get the gall to talk to me like that?" He ground out between clenched teeth.
No wanting to talk anymore, Christina stepped backward toward the coat closet until she felt the bronze doorknob grind into her back. One trembling hand reached behind her, turned the knob, opened the door. Without looking she reached in and blindly grabbed a jacket. Any jacket. It didn't matter. It was cold outside and she so desperately needed to run away from here before he completely lost it.
And then he would really hurt her. Or maybe even something worse.
"Don't you turn you back to me, little girl." His voice was so low she wondered if it hurt him to speak. "Don't even think about leaving this house."
Quaking with fear, she brushed her thin blond hair from her eyes. It was the moment of truth. Now or never. Would she finally leave this hell? Would she finally be free? It was almost too much to dare hope and she was so very scared. Her heart thundered in her ears like the pounding drums of an advancing army.
"Good bye, Jeremiah," she whispered. "Please... Remember that once upon a time I really loved you."
Quickly she turned her back to her husband but before she could reach out and touch to the doorknob of the front door that lead to her dreamed of freedom, she felt Jeremiah's huge, calloused hand on her thin shoulders.
"You promised!" He roared, whirling her around so violently that she nearly lost her balance and had to catch herself awkwardly against the door-jamb. "'Till death do us part, bitch! A sacred, god-damned vow before God!"
His blue eyes were wild and crack-glazed, his lips twisted into a sneer of loathing. She screamed as his fist caught her high in the cheek, knocking her head back with a resounding smack. Only then did she catch the silver gleam of the blade he had concealed behind his back during their little 'argument'. Only then did she realize exactly how much trouble she was really in for.
But, of course, it was already too late.
THE END
Strike
