Broken

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He slammed her against the wall. She fell to the ground, gasping. He kicked her in the stomach causing her to howl out in pain. Then he took his fist to her and got in as many punches as he could spare. He broke her arm, knock out some of her teeth. He stepped back from her. She was bleeding freely, gasping, dying. He watched her for awhile, still stewing, then something changed inside- the wheels turned in his head- he fell to his knee remorsefully, a look of sorrow in his eyes, he mutters to her, "I'm sorry!"

It wasn't unusual for her to receive such treatment from him from time to time. Everytime the same scene would play out and she'll forgive him, but not today. Today she had had enough. The day had started out fine, then he had grumbled about his missing Rolex. When he had asked her, she hd simply told him she hadn't seen it and therefore couldn't tell him where it was. Then he had grumbled about the breakfast she served him. Little, little things like that grew into the full-fledged violence he unleashed on her.

He wasn't a bad man- she had always reasoned- he just had anger problems, and everytime he got mad, he'll take it out on her. There were days she couldn't leave the house because of a swollen face, or a bruised lips or something. Anytime he bruised her up like that, he'll immediately become remorseful, apologise and shower her with gifts; he would become an angel; the loving husband, the best friend, the understanding partner. The best of him always come after the worst of him. During this transition from devil to angel, she'll forget the hurt and the pain and pretend like it is all alright, but not anymore. She was beginning to understand that this would never stop; it will continue and might become a lot worse that it is now. Her husband- she concludes- is a psychopath who could kill her... someday.

As she lay there and listened to him beg her forgiveness and berates himself, all these thoughts flowed freely in her mind. She decided she'll have to leave him... secretly. She was afraid he might come after her. She now believes her husband is mentally unbalanced and needs help. Very soon she'll leave secretly. She must begin to plan for it- to get as far away from him as possible; but tonight, she'll pretend like nothing's changed.

STOP VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN!!

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