Broken
.:Araceli:.
I sat on the couch staring at the lifeless TV. The sky had became dark and the streets silent. The stillness cast an eerie setting. I was awaiting the moment my drunk husband, Dante, would walk into the door. I already knew what was coming, it had been a routine for the past week. I had bruises all along my back. It hurt to move. I didn't tell anyone, but, Dante abused me. It wasn't always like this, though. Before Dante began getting drunk he was the perfect man a woman could want. He had a good paying job, he spent most of his free time with me. Not anymore though. You know the saying, 'People don't change.'? Well, that's a complete lie. People do change. I could prove it, too.
I leaned forward and placed my hand at my forehead, my daily headache arriving. Moments later I heard the door open quietly and slam loudly shut. I didn't even have to look behind me to know it was Dante. I could tell he was worse then many other nights. The nights before raced through my mind. I caught glimpses at the pain I had went through. I needed to get out of this relationship. I had to end this. Only four words raced through my mind now. Repeating again, again, and again.
He could kill me.
He could kill me.
He could kill me.
As Dante stumbled his way towards me, I stood up. We were going to argue for a while, I knew we were. The one thing I didn't know was what we were going to argue about. Most of the time it was stupid things such as him not liking the way I dress or look. How I supposedly don't do any work or try to help pay for our home. I couldn't even call this place home; it was more like hell. But, not tonight. Tonight we argued about something much more serious.
"Araceli, you w***! Why the h** are you still up? I told you STOP staying up and waiting for me to get home, god d*** it!"
"Why am I not allowed to wait for my own husband to get home? Why don't I ever get to know here you have been? Why can't I get drunk every night and beat your a*? Huh? Can you answer any of that or are you still too drunk? Or maybe it's just pure stupidity?" I knew I had made him mad. His face became red. He was angrier then I had ever seen him. My face harden as I waited for him to make his move.
.:Dante:.
Who the h** did she think she was? She did not have the right to say those things about me. I know I come home drunk every night, but, I've never put my hands on her! I grinded my teeth together attempting to control myself. But, I had drank too much. I couldn't control myself no matter how much I wanted too. I wasn't in control. My body reached forward and shoved Araceli as hard as possible.
I crossed my arms as I watched her fall to the ground. Her face looked confused and hurt. Had I actually hurt her? I shrugged my shoulders slightly and let the words poor out of my mouth, menacingly. "Don't talk to me like that again. I can do whatever the h*** I want." She stood up slowly, never taking her eyes off me, rubbed her back then opened her mouth to speak. Her words came out in a low whisper.
"Get. Out. Now." She balled up her fists until her knuckles turned white. I took a step back, surprised. I grunted quietly. Then turned on my heel and walked out of the door.
.:Araceli:.
I lied down on the couch and cried for a few hours. My back hurt like crazy. Tears continued to stream down my face. I wanted to take this ring off of my finger. I wanted nothing to do with Dante. Every thought of him made me cry harder. I needed to take a bath and think of something else.
I stepped into the warm bubbles. The water wrapped around me like a blanket. I'm pretty sure I sat in the tub for more then a hour. I didn't feel like going on with my life. I mean, if someone as low as Dante thinks I'm worthless then what makes anyone else think I'm worth anything? I sighed softly. 'Don't let him get to you, Araceli. You're better then that..' I gasped, my eyes widening. I looked around the bathroom still not getting out of the tub. "W-who's there?" No answer. I cursed under my breath. Was I going crazy now..?
I sat on the couch staring at the lifeless TV. The sky had became dark and the streets silent. The stillness cast an eerie setting. I was awaiting the moment my drunk husband, Dante, would walk into the door. I already knew what was coming, it had been a routine for the past week. I had bruises all along my back. It hurt to move. I didn't tell anyone, but, Dante abused me. It wasn't always like this, though. Before Dante began getting drunk he was the perfect man a woman could want. He had a good paying job, he spent most of his free time with me. Not anymore though. You know the saying, 'People don't change.'? Well, that's a complete lie. People do change. I could prove it, too.
I leaned forward and placed my hand at my forehead, my daily headache arriving. Moments later I heard the door open quietly and slam loudly shut. I didn't even have to look behind me to know it was Dante. I could tell he was worse then many other nights. The nights before raced through my mind. I caught glimpses at the pain I had went through. I needed to get out of this relationship. I had to end this. Only four words raced through my mind now. Repeating again, again, and again.
He could kill me.
He could kill me.
He could kill me.
As Dante stumbled his way towards me, I stood up. We were going to argue for a while, I knew we were. The one thing I didn't know was what we were going to argue about. Most of the time it was stupid things such as him not liking the way I dress or look. How I supposedly don't do any work or try to help pay for our home. I couldn't even call this place home; it was more like hell. But, not tonight. Tonight we argued about something much more serious.
"Araceli, you w***! Why the h** are you still up? I told you STOP staying up and waiting for me to get home, god d*** it!"
"Why am I not allowed to wait for my own husband to get home? Why don't I ever get to know here you have been? Why can't I get drunk every night and beat your a*? Huh? Can you answer any of that or are you still too drunk? Or maybe it's just pure stupidity?" I knew I had made him mad. His face became red. He was angrier then I had ever seen him. My face harden as I waited for him to make his move.
.:Dante:.
Who the h** did she think she was? She did not have the right to say those things about me. I know I come home drunk every night, but, I've never put my hands on her! I grinded my teeth together attempting to control myself. But, I had drank too much. I couldn't control myself no matter how much I wanted too. I wasn't in control. My body reached forward and shoved Araceli as hard as possible.
I crossed my arms as I watched her fall to the ground. Her face looked confused and hurt. Had I actually hurt her? I shrugged my shoulders slightly and let the words poor out of my mouth, menacingly. "Don't talk to me like that again. I can do whatever the h*** I want." She stood up slowly, never taking her eyes off me, rubbed her back then opened her mouth to speak. Her words came out in a low whisper.
"Get. Out. Now." She balled up her fists until her knuckles turned white. I took a step back, surprised. I grunted quietly. Then turned on my heel and walked out of the door.
.:Araceli:.
I lied down on the couch and cried for a few hours. My back hurt like crazy. Tears continued to stream down my face. I wanted to take this ring off of my finger. I wanted nothing to do with Dante. Every thought of him made me cry harder. I needed to take a bath and think of something else.
I stepped into the warm bubbles. The water wrapped around me like a blanket. I'm pretty sure I sat in the tub for more then a hour. I didn't feel like going on with my life. I mean, if someone as low as Dante thinks I'm worthless then what makes anyone else think I'm worth anything? I sighed softly. 'Don't let him get to you, Araceli. You're better then that..' I gasped, my eyes widening. I looked around the bathroom still not getting out of the tub. "W-who's there?" No answer. I cursed under my breath. Was I going crazy now..?
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