Mittwoch, 4. Januar 2012
A short story
unhappy, 04:47h
The room was full of darkness. She just could see the scary green light of the clock radio. She opened the door and slithered in. He didn't say anything. She turned around to see his face, the defense she contrived on the way home was already on the tip of her tounge: "I tried to call you", "Sorry, fall asleep and didn't realize how late I am" or "It's vacation time, doesn't matter when I come home". But she didn't even get around to say just one single word. As he turned towards her, there was this one expression on his face, she could never really classify - ghastly and angry -, he punched her face. The thwack was that rough, it threw her against the door, which was not totally closed and opened a little bit. She tried to grab the handle, to hold on anywhere, but he already pounced on her again. "Where the fuck have you been?" he asked and pushed his face that close to hers, that she could feel his breath on her throat, hot and smoky. He grasped her on her T-Shirt and tore her much closer to him. The cloth rumpled into his fist and welled out between his fingers. "I am waiting for hours!".
She couldn't say anything. Too big was her fear to say something wrong and to embitter the situation. "Answer me!" he shouted and thrusted her away that hard, she fell back against the door. But this time it opened completely and gritted over the floor. She lost balance, stumbled backwards and hit the tiles with her head. She noticed how her elbows scraped up as she tried to break her fall. Her face burned and her T-Shirt was totally wrinkled. And then, suddenly, he stood above her. "Stand up" he yelled. "Please" she begged, "please, stop!". "Stand up!" he shouted again and clawed his hand on her arm, trying to pull her up. She cowerd her head, tried to turn away, but he was too fast for her. She saw his fist flying towards her and he hit her directly over her left eyebrow. A wave of stars and colors obfuscate her visibility. She slid down, out of his stony grasp and fell on the floor. It felt hard and cold under her shivering body. She lifted her head, he stood above her, breathing heavily. She knew, she better stand up before somebody sees her like this, but for any reason she couldn't move. "Damn, stand up immediately!" he screamed, "Stand up. Now!". She tried to roll aside, away from him, hoping to get back on her feet again, but her whole body hurts. Her face, her fingers, her head, her eyes, her arms, her skin, every little inch of her body. Every part he has ever beat hurts, like old injuries. He jabbed his feet into her back, "come on". "No" she cries and crouched on the floor, tried to hide anywhere. "You little dirty whore, stand up". But she closed her eyes, clenched her teeth and prepared herself for what was coming towards her. "Brother. Where are you? I miss you so much". He bend over her and yanked on her T-shirt, tried to pull her up. While he was offending her, beating and kicking at her, she just kept her eyes closed and tried hardly not to let escape a tear. She was tierd. Worn. Exhausted. She felt old and weak. Just waiting for the next kick, for the next stroke. She didn't mind. Suddenly he released her, let her fall on the floor. He just went out, turned the light off and left.
The last sound was the hollow crack as she hit the floor.
She couldn't say anything. Too big was her fear to say something wrong and to embitter the situation. "Answer me!" he shouted and thrusted her away that hard, she fell back against the door. But this time it opened completely and gritted over the floor. She lost balance, stumbled backwards and hit the tiles with her head. She noticed how her elbows scraped up as she tried to break her fall. Her face burned and her T-Shirt was totally wrinkled. And then, suddenly, he stood above her. "Stand up" he yelled. "Please" she begged, "please, stop!". "Stand up!" he shouted again and clawed his hand on her arm, trying to pull her up. She cowerd her head, tried to turn away, but he was too fast for her. She saw his fist flying towards her and he hit her directly over her left eyebrow. A wave of stars and colors obfuscate her visibility. She slid down, out of his stony grasp and fell on the floor. It felt hard and cold under her shivering body. She lifted her head, he stood above her, breathing heavily. She knew, she better stand up before somebody sees her like this, but for any reason she couldn't move. "Damn, stand up immediately!" he screamed, "Stand up. Now!". She tried to roll aside, away from him, hoping to get back on her feet again, but her whole body hurts. Her face, her fingers, her head, her eyes, her arms, her skin, every little inch of her body. Every part he has ever beat hurts, like old injuries. He jabbed his feet into her back, "come on". "No" she cries and crouched on the floor, tried to hide anywhere. "You little dirty whore, stand up". But she closed her eyes, clenched her teeth and prepared herself for what was coming towards her. "Brother. Where are you? I miss you so much". He bend over her and yanked on her T-shirt, tried to pull her up. While he was offending her, beating and kicking at her, she just kept her eyes closed and tried hardly not to let escape a tear. She was tierd. Worn. Exhausted. She felt old and weak. Just waiting for the next kick, for the next stroke. She didn't mind. Suddenly he released her, let her fall on the floor. He just went out, turned the light off and left.
The last sound was the hollow crack as she hit the floor.
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