Chapter 4-The Demise
I heard the front door creak open and then slam closed. “My 晚餐 had better be ready,” I heard the rough voice of my husband as he walked inside.
“Yes sir. It is,” I 说 pulling out his chair for him. Then sprinting to sit at the other end of the 表 before he could sit and yell at me more. We ate in silence then after dinner, much to my dismay he headed off to the bar with his 'drinking buddies'. I took this opportunity to clean the dishes and pray he didn't get too drunk.
A few hours later I was upstairs reading. The house was spotless and I couldn't think of anything that would possibly make Charles angry. I heard the door slam and the pounding of his boots as he stomped up the stairs. He made his way towards our room and I held my breath hoping he wouldn't be violent tonight. The door to the bedroom creaked open and a very drunk, Charles appeared smelling very strongly of liquor. He approached me and grinned. “Hello Esme,”
“Hello Charles,” I gulped. This couldn't end well. He moved a step closer to me grabbed my book, and threw it onto the floor. “What did I say about being at the door when I get home?” he growled in my ear.
I swallowed. My pulse was racing. “That. I am always supposed to be at the door whenever 你 arrive,”
“Yes, and.... were 你 there? I think not,” an evil grin spread across the face and I knew there would be a punishment.
“I-i'm sorry Charles, I 迷失 track of the time and I didn't know w-” he slapped my face and yelled. “YOU DO NOT BACK TALK!”
“I'm sorry sir,” I 说 putting my hand onto my sore cheek. He grabbed my wrists and threw me onto the floor. He's too drunk I kept telling myself. He can't think straight. He wouldn't be doing this if he was ever sober. I wouldn't let the tears come yet. If it got worse maybe.... tears only made it worse. Only made him 更多 angry. He kicked me in the stomach I curled up in a ball on the floor and tried not to let him get to me. I started crawling. I made it onto the 床, 床上 before the blow to me head came the brought the gift of unconsciousness.
I heard the front door creak open and then slam closed. “My 晚餐 had better be ready,” I heard the rough voice of my husband as he walked inside.
“Yes sir. It is,” I 说 pulling out his chair for him. Then sprinting to sit at the other end of the 表 before he could sit and yell at me more. We ate in silence then after dinner, much to my dismay he headed off to the bar with his 'drinking buddies'. I took this opportunity to clean the dishes and pray he didn't get too drunk.
A few hours later I was upstairs reading. The house was spotless and I couldn't think of anything that would possibly make Charles angry. I heard the door slam and the pounding of his boots as he stomped up the stairs. He made his way towards our room and I held my breath hoping he wouldn't be violent tonight. The door to the bedroom creaked open and a very drunk, Charles appeared smelling very strongly of liquor. He approached me and grinned. “Hello Esme,”
“Hello Charles,” I gulped. This couldn't end well. He moved a step closer to me grabbed my book, and threw it onto the floor. “What did I say about being at the door when I get home?” he growled in my ear.
I swallowed. My pulse was racing. “That. I am always supposed to be at the door whenever 你 arrive,”
“Yes, and.... were 你 there? I think not,” an evil grin spread across the face and I knew there would be a punishment.
“I-i'm sorry Charles, I 迷失 track of the time and I didn't know w-” he slapped my face and yelled. “YOU DO NOT BACK TALK!”
“I'm sorry sir,” I 说 putting my hand onto my sore cheek. He grabbed my wrists and threw me onto the floor. He's too drunk I kept telling myself. He can't think straight. He wouldn't be doing this if he was ever sober. I wouldn't let the tears come yet. If it got worse maybe.... tears only made it worse. Only made him 更多 angry. He kicked me in the stomach I curled up in a ball on the floor and tried not to let him get to me. I started crawling. I made it onto the 床, 床上 before the blow to me head came the brought the gift of unconsciousness.