The carpet was soft under my feet
as I stood from my bed.
I wiggled my toes for a moment,
feeling the material give under
my feet.
My bladder reminded me why
I had awoke in the first place.
I slowly made my way around
the bed, using my hand until
my eyes had adjusted.
Carpet turned to wood
with my final step into
the hallway.
Just a few steps until
the bathroom.
Our apartment was small,
But it was ours.
Or so I thought.
A creak caught my attention,
breaking my drowsy trance
and welcoming awareness.
Slowly I peaked into the kitchen.
My heart raced.
It echoed in my ears.
Nothing.
I took a deep breath and
tried to prepare myself
to walk further.
Carefully, I made my way out
into the opening of our kitchen/living
space. I continue my steps.
My steps break into the kitchen.
I’m barely at the counter and yet
already slowly reaching for the knife block.
My fingers finally clasp over one of
the black handles. The blade eases out-
“I wouldn’t do that.”
I freeze.
“Just let it go,” he growled.
“For your own good.”
The blade slid back into place.
Fear held me still.
Completely frozen.
I hear the click of a gun.
I still can’t move.
“Probably best you don’t turn
around, sweetheart.”
A tear tore its way down my cheek.
Still paralyzed.
I could feel his finger on the trigger.
Fly or die….
The bullet barely misses my
Head as I duck and turn.
Diving between him and
our counter.
I hear the click again.
I make it to our room.
He pulls again.
The pain is ice in my back,
hitting my spine.
Flowing
through
my
veins.
I crumple.
In the middle of our bedroom.
In our apartment.
It's his now.
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