She leaned her forehead against the cool glass of the window pane and watched as the rain plummeted from the sky, flattening the budding flowers against the earth, just as his words had destroyed her sense of worth. The rain came down in sheets of murky gray and left droplets clinging to the glass before cascading down like little strands of tinsel. She sat there for a while watching the rain mix with sleet and splatter across the pavement like tiny needles pricking the pavement. The tinkering against the metal gutters hardly alleviated the storm in her head.
Just down the hall she could hear Joe opening the refrigerator door. She pulled herself from the window seat and crept down the hall like fog gently gathers over the still of a lake. She made sure to keep quiet, taking light steps over the carpeted corridor. Her worn nightgown hung loosely over her thin shoulders, her disheveled hair and sallow cheeks evidence of personal disregard.
“There’s no food in this god forsaken house.” Joe peered over the crest of the refrigerator door, the glow of the interior leaving his eyes in the shadows. He moved towards her with determined steps and a fixed stare; the heels of his wing tipped shoes echoed over the hard wood floor as he approached her with aggravation. Her heart quickened. She laid a hand over her swollen stomach aware of the barren cavity that was full just yesterday. He snatched her arm, bruising her porcelain skin with the strength of his calloused fingertips. Clenched teeth seeped words of malice over neglecting such a simple chore.
He slapped her.
He muttered an apology.
Then he left.
Her legs crumbled beneath her as she proceeded to lay cold and still on the kitchen floor, the smell of burnt coffee looming over her head mixed with the soggy dampness of the air. It was suffocating. She drew her knees to her chin and burrowed her face in her knees. She didn’t cry. She prayed. The weight of her flesh felt cumbersome and the sting of his hand against her fragile face was still warm. She stood and gathered her over-sized khaki sweater from the back of the kitchen chair and slipped her bare feet into a pair of boots. The screen door creaked as her slight chalky fingers pulled at the handle and then slapped shut behind her.
Underneath the overhang she slipped a cigarette between her chafed lips. She cupped her hand around the end and with a quivering fist dragged her thumb over the wheel of the lighter, the sparks from the flame igniting the end of the stick. She inhaled slowly, methodically. Exhaled. Then she flicked away the ashen end, watching it fall and dissolving into a cloudy pool of dismal water. The rain fell in relentless fury. She watched as the cars passed, spraying walls of dirty mist over the sidewalks, leaving a cloud of moisture in their place. He would be home around five. Unless he went to the bar. Though it would spare her a few more hours of solitude, it would come at the price of his drunken rage. His inebriated fury could never be subdued and she always became the target of his violence.
She placed a hand over her distended abdomen. He didn’t know, but he had taken life from her and with it he stole her hope. A sharp gust of wind blew through the trees and the leaves shrugged the droplets from their place. She pulled her sweater closer. Inhale. Exhale. Flick. She contemplated running away. But she knew it would never happen. Because wherever she went, she took herself. And wherever she was, he would find her.
But then again, maybe she was already gone.
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The graphic depiction of the surrounding environment and demeanor/mood of the main character are well done. If I have any critique at all it would be that I missed the "faith" connection and I felt that the ending was a bit abrupt. It left me with unanswered questions. Whether it is just my morbid curiosity or a personal fault, I found myself desiring to understand two things. Firstly, how did Joe get to this place of rage, and secondly, what brought her to the conclusion she could never get away?
All in all you handled a difficult subject well. Write on!