NO MORE

Today he hit me on my spine. A blow right on the cords with his leather belt. One turning into two and then I stopped counting as agony blinded me. I hugged myself as I lay near the fireplace weeping silently while he sat on the couch tired, devotedly staring at the ice- cubes in his peg of whisky. Next day as I got back after dropping my son to the school, I smelled fresh flowers. He was standing there with a smile and hugged me while he apologized for being a sadist. He had handpicked Red roses for me, my favourite. I timidly smiled and kissed him and told him I loved him.

Today he kicked me on my waist. I was like a slave for him as I begged for mercy. I tried to crawl under the table but he dragged me out by holding my hair. He cursed me as I tried to free myself and laughed when I gave up the fight. I couldn’t get up the next day as I lay on bed hugging my sleeping son. He came with flowers and tears in his eyes. One more apology. I looked at my baby and then looked at him. I forgave him yet again and hugged him to sleep.

Today I woke up to an unbearable pain. I saw him burning my skin with his cigarette. I tried to scream but he stuffed his dirty sock in my mouth and shifted his heavy weight on me. He continued smoking and then touching the burning end to my neck and my cheeks. I somehow pushed him away and ran as tears made their way through the burns. He caught hold of my neck and took the brass flowerpot and started hitting me on my head. Blood sprayed out and my eyes remained wide open as I watched him hitting me endlessly.

Next day I was at peace. The pain was no more but the heart still wept. Even today I got my flowers. The red roses smelling their very best, possibly singing me a lullaby. This time it wasn’t him but my son keeping those roses on me as I lay still in my coffin. His father was behind the bars now, where the beast belongs. His mother was a weak woman but I hope he forgives me one day for leaving him alone.

P.S- Inspired by true incident.
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