One Night .

| December 17, 2013 | 0 Comments

He wanted more than a goodnight kiss.

 She wanted even less of a simple goodbye.

9 Months later the child wanted more than a abusive boyfriend as a father.

9 Months later he saw a new victim.

2 Hours later she wanted less than a fun night.

9 Months later the woman didn’t want a child, or a life.

9 Months later he saw another young girl.

Younger than usual.

Smarter than usual.

He took her home, she didn’t say a word.

He asked for the night.

She said no.

He hit.

He yelled.

She sat.

With a grin.

For she knew a way out.

She slowly got up and walked across the cold tile floor.

She opened the door .

There stood a woman with a rope around her neck, looking for a hook.

And another,bruised woman, holding the suicidal woman’s baby, and her own.

They were the victims.

The forgotten.

They set down their children.

First came the suicidal woman.

She took the rope off around her neck and put it around the mans.

He stood there in shock, waiting for death.

Then came the bruised woman.

She fell down, and cried, for it was her own fault for the bruises.

He laughed.

“Stupid woman, you’re the one that decided to have the beater as a boyfriend”

He laughed.

The woman stood up, tears in her eyes, and punched him.

She reached for the drooping rope.

She pulled him away is if he were some dog.

She balanced her slim body on a 3 legged chair and found a hook.

He yelled.

The whole world became silent.

The three women stood back. 

They smile and leave.

Category: Creative Writing, Poetry, Short Story

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~Samantha Roth~ ~Volleyball and Track~ ~Seventh Grade~ ~Best Friends~

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