And She Cries
He comes in the night. He knocks on the door. Three times. Knock. Knock. Knock. I get up. I walk down the stairs and turn the corner. I walk through the kitchen. Its dark. I cant see. I hit my knee on the table. I dont speak. I breathe heavily. I keep breathing. I try to stifle the sound. I cant. I keep trying. A fourth knock. A fifth. He doesnt knock five times. He must know. He must suspect something. I get to the door. I open it. Its raining. He walks in.
I wake up. Its morning. I dont know how long the sun has been up. The linoleum is hard against my skin. My nightdress is torn. Im bleeding. My leg is bleeding. I try to get up and fall. I try again and fall. I grab the table and pull myself up. I stand shaking. I look around the room. It looks okay. He didnt tear it apart. He was good. My head hurts. I feel the side. Theres a bump. But its okay. Its not bleeding. I walk slowly and carefully out of the kitchen. I walk into the bathroom. My eye is dark and puffy. I feel it. It hurts. It didnt hurt before I touched it. I start crying.
I call in to work. I dont want to go. I feel bad. I ache. My body aches. Im embarrassed. My eye is hurt. People will ask questions. “How did you hurt your eye?” What happened last night?” Theyll want to know. And I wont tell them. Theyll think Im a slut. Theyll think Im a bad person. Theyll talk. I dont need it. No, I dont. I sit alone. I look at the door. The chain falls across the upper right corner. The lever is turned. No one can get in. Im safe. But I dont feel that way.
I sit to the door all day. I sit and watch. I play the last night in my mind. I remember walking to the door. I remember hitting my knee upon the table. I remember the fourth and the fifth knock. It was raining. It was. But then- then what? I dont know. I know, but I dont know. I cant do it anymore. I decide right then. I decide that I cant do it. My body aches. Its all wrong. But that wont stop him, will it? He doesnt know. He doesnt. Not any better than what he does. I cry again.
The night comes. I turn the corner and go up the stairs. I move slowly. My leg hurts. It had stopped bleeding, but I didnt clean it. Im still wearing my nightdress, my torn nightdress. I get into bed. I dont sleep. I lay awake and listen. I listen for the first. Then the second. And then the third. I sit. Silence. Silence. Silence. Silence. Silence.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
I get up. I walk down the stairs. I turn the corner. I go into the kitchen. Its dark. I hit my knee on the table. I breathe heavily. I hurt. Everything hurts. I see his shadow in the door. I smell his scent. I see the whiskey dripping from his wet lips. I open the door. Its a cold night. He walks in.
He stares at me for a moment. I stare back. He walks past and sits at the table. He still stares. He hasnt shaved. His skin is brown with musk. His eyes are there, they look, and they burn. They hurt. I wince as I sit down. He speaks. Hes broken. He tries to love. His hand moves to mine. I shake as I endure. I dont move. His lips that stink of whiskey move to mine. I taste it. I dont like it. It makes me cough. It makes me gag. I gag. I keep gagging. I get sick. He doesnt like it. He yells. He gets up. He pushes me down. My leg hurts. He tears my dress a little more as he moves in. He takes off his shirt and his undershirt. My head hurts. I see him coming closer. Closer.
I wake up. Its morning. I dont know how long the suns been up. The linoleum is hard against my skin.
It doesnt stop. It doesnt. He loves. Just not like everyone else. He comes in the night. Some people have to. They just dont understand the day. Some people just dont understand. He comes in the night. He comes, and I answer. I answer. It doesnt stop.
A guy
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I”M BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *dunt dunt dun!!!” Mwah ha ha!!! *wink* tink
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that was really good…and sad…-random noter-
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I like! What the hey, I like all of your stuff. I finally posted Chapter 10 a few days ago, but I forgot until yesterday to submit it to the Fiction circle, so that’s probably why no one’s seen it. Anyhoots, just dropping by!~
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🙁
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*sigh*. This almost made me cry. Take care.
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love this
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wow thats good….you write it as if your the real person….are u gonna become a writer or sumthing? cz ur REALLY REALLY REALLY good….just thought id let u kno… later
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That was really cool. 🙂 I don’t know what else to say. I liked the ending… the way it never stops. Reminds me of a story I’ve had going on in my head for a while. -Morgan
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Horrible, but I like.. Thou it’s been forever.. I’ve missed. Makes me want to write. Oh whatever will I do..
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