"Slam!"
She heard the door and runs toward the dressing table, quickly grabbing a couple tissues to dab her eyes and picking up the compact for a touch up on her tear stained cheeks.
She wouldn't want him to know she'd been crying.
Oh no.
From all those years living with him, one thing she learnt, one very important lesson,
never ever show him that you're unhappy.
Ever.
If u do, u would need a whole lotta make up to cover the bruises he gives you.
"Smile"
"pull yourself together"
"you can do it"
she mumbled to herself as she was about to do something she would have
NEVER thought to do in her entire life. She was going to,
KILL HIM.
His bellowing voice broke her train of thought.
"Honey, I'm home" " r you being all grumpy again?"
"Don't make me angry and c'mon down"
She heard his footsteps creaking the floorboards on the way to the kitchen.
It's now or never.
She pushed her cosmetic bag away and all the way inside the dressing table shelf was a little container, labelled talc. But inside it was something far more sinister.
Grabbing that and putting it inside her apron pocket, she rushed down, only to be greeted by a husband yanking her and forced kissed her so hard, he tore her lip.
"Mmm, u taste good, so what's for lunch?"
She didn't hear him as she was thinking about forthcoming freedom.
*slap*
"woman, I asked, WHAT'S for LUNCH?"
Her left cheek somehow seemed numbed from all the abuses she had already gotten, one slap doesn't hurt anymore.
"Pot roast babe" she squeaked.
"alright, serve it and I'll wash up" and he made his way upstairs as she slowly she walked into the kitchen, tightly grabs hold of the apron pocket and prays for forgiveness for what she is about to do.
With that, she pulls out the container, sprinkles the
'magic dust' onto his plate.
The magic dust that would give her her long quenched taste of freedom.
