Inspired by this story. It’s just hard to articulate…
“You can get your ass beat right here or we can go down to the basement and talk privately.”
Shane shoved her backwards, jabbing her hip into the counter. Before she could gather her wits, he trapped her between his body and the dishwasher. Wrapping his fist in her hair, he pulled until he exposed her throat.
“Shane,” she whimpered.
The roots of her hair were on the verge of coming out of her scalp. Maggie squeezed her eyes shut, hoping when she opened them that the expression on his face had changed. He yanked harder and she cried out in pain as he pressed her back into the counter.
“Make up your fucking mind, Maggie.” His breath fanned across her face, hot like his bare chest pressing into hers.
“Dada.” Memphis played on the kitchen floor, her sweet voice questioning.
“Shane, please.” His hand went to her throat, cutting off her pleading.
The wild look in his eyes was all together too familiar and so totally foreign. It was his wildness that attracted her to him in the first place, but now she feared his rage.
A simple misunderstanding blossomed from an argument to Shane threatening her in minutes. Every attempt to reason with him seemed to enrage him further, his threats escalating to this unbelievable moment.
His hand tightened in increments until her vision darkened around the edges.
“Mama.” Maggie felt a small hand on her leg, but lacked the ability to warn her little girl away. Tears welled up in her eyes as her baby moved back to her spot on the floor.
She didn’t want Memphis to see this, but knew the beating would be so much worse if they went downstairs. Either way, Maggie knew she’d feel the force of his fists on her body soon.
I have never understood the steps to this point, how does a man lose that much control of himself that he has to hurt the woman he claims to love?
I don’t understand either. Frightening stuff.
Oh wow. Well written – I’m terrified for her, but I want to know more.
I got lost trying to write this. It wanted to come out but was a jumbled mess. I’ve written worse tales than this theme, but this was like a craw stuck in my throat.
This gave me shivers, I hope you are writing from imagination and never realise how close to the reality of this situation you are,
Purely imagination here. Every woman thinks they’d never end up in a relationship like this. I pray I never know this reality.
Scary for both the woman and the child. I’ve been through some things, but I’m very glad to have very limited first hand experience with physical abuse. I’ll never understand what can make another person do something like that.
I’ll never understand it either. I’d say I was curious as to what was going on in his mind, but I don’t want to know.
I have never understood what brings a person, man or woman, to the point of physical abuse out of anger. Sad, but thank you for sharing your work.
To physically hurt someone you claim to love is had to understand. It doesn’t make any sense at all.
Nope, not one bit.