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A Place To Hide

I wrote another 100-word story for this month’s challange. This is another make-up piece.

In this story, a woman hides under her bed from her drunk, violent lover.

A PLACE TO HIDE

I hear him crashing around in the hall, falling over stuff, swearing and yelling my name.

I’m out of bed so fast it’s like I have wings on my back. I don’t even make a sound. I throw myself to the ground, trying not to scream when my bruised stomach hits the floor.

I’m starting to crawl under the bed when the door’s kicked open. He paces, ranting and raving.

He’s drunker than he’s been in a long time. The last time he was like this I spent a week in hospital with a broken arm and three cracked ribs.

Copyright © 2017 by Pamela Scott

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One Day At A Time

I wrote another poem for this month’s challenge. This is a catch up piece.

In the poem, a woman can’t get out of bed because her lover has beaten her so badly.

ONE DAY AT A TIME

The morning after
I can’t get out of bed.

I lie in the dark,
in too much pain
to move or speak.

The curtains are closed.
The sun would only
hurt just now.

I close my eyes
and wait to black
out. The pills
aren’t working
yet and the pain
makes me whimper.

He comes in and out
during the day, just a
black shape hovering
in the side-lines.
He’s full of apologies
of course. Declarations
of love. Promises that
will soon fade to
nothing. He brings
flowers, chocolate,
painkillers, fluffy
pillows and the
TV remote.
He kisses the side
of my broken face,
doesn’t even notice
when I flinch.

I think he broke
something this time.

The pain’s worse than
usual. It takes my breath
away every time I move.
When I manage to shuffle
to the bathroom, wincing
all the way there’s blood
in the pan.

I pull the covers
over my head,
let the tears fall.

Copyright © 2017 by Pamela Scott

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When The Blows Rained Down

I wrote another 100-word story for this month’s challenge.

In the story, a woman’s lover beats her for the first time.

WHEN THE BLOWS RAINED DOWN

It happens so fast it barely has time to register.

We’re sitting watching TV, I don’t know what show, chatting about our day and eating, just an ordinary Friday night.

I made some inane comment about the TV or the weather or something equally unimportant.

His hand comes out of nowhere and he belts me right in the face, so hard it makes my head rock. I drop my food onto the floor.

I stare at him, face wet with tears, face stinging. He looks like he wants to kill me.

Before I can defend myself he hits me again.

Copyright © 2017 by Pamela Scott

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The Hand That Saved Me

I wrote another 100-word story for this month’s challenge.

This is a catch-up piece.

In the story, a woman tries to defend herself against an abusive lover.

THE HAND THAT SAVED ME

I know you’re pissed as soon as I come through the door.

You stare at me without speaking, eyebrows narrowed, mouth a tiny slit. The air is so still, so packed with tension you could hear a pin drop.

You’re on your feet before I can draw breath, feet stomping on the wooden floor.

You go to hit me, cursing. I catch your hand before it connects with my face. I don’t want to bleed again. I don’t want to lie awake all night, in pain, trying not to cry.

We struggle.

You win again, knock me against the wall.

THE END

Copyright © 2017 by Pamela Scott

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The Mask I Wear

I wrote another poem for this month’s challenge.

In the poem a woman who is in an abusive relationships puts on a brave face.

THE MASK I WEAR

Every morning
I put on a new face,
the one that makes it
a little easier
to live my life.

I wash away the
blood, peel away layers
of pain, sorrow, regret
and start afresh.

I tell myself this
time things will
be different.

I’ll become the person
you want me to be.

I will;
be stronger, smile more
often, listen harder,
be better, make you happy,
stop being clumsy,
pay more attention
and wake up.

I watch you carefully
to judge your reactions.
I pay extra attention to
the words you say.
I want to do well.
I want to deserve your
love. I want to make you
happy. I don’t want to
disappoint you anymore.

Yet each time, no matter
how hard I try, I always
put a foot wrong. I’m
so clumsy, dumb, stupid
and wooden-headed.

You need to teach me another
lesson, take another pint
of blood and another
pound of flesh.

Copyright © 2017 by Pamela Scott

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Kiss With A Fist

I wrote another piece for this month’s challenge, this time a poem.

In this poem a woman because so number to lover’s violence and abuse it almost seems normal.

KISS WITH A FIST

The first time you hit
me I told myself
you made a mistake.

You never meant to
hurt me. Your hand
slipped.

The second time
you hit me I found
a way to blame
myself.

I just provoked you.
I made the
wrong choice somehow.

By the seventh or eighth time
I didn’t make excuses.
Your fists became just part of
the usual routine. I got used
to being a punch bag.
I forgot life without pain.

I learned to cover up the
marks. I hid the cuts. I wore
long sleeves. I covered my face in make-up.
I never questioned you. I followed
every instruction. I kept my
head down and my mouth shut.

Every bruise reminded me
you were in charge. Who
held all the cards. How
insignificant I felt. I tried
to get away but you always
found me. You always will.

Copyright © 2017 by Pamela Scott

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How Late It Was

I wrote another 100-word story for this month’s challenge.

In this story, a woman comes home late. Her husband flies into a drunken rage and beats her.

This month I want to explore the different aspects of domestic violence, how sometimes it can be a long-term aspect of a relationship and other times it can be one or more isolated incidents.

I will be using the first person point of view to get inside the mind of the victims.

HOW LATE IT WAS

The door was yanked open as soon as I started to turn the handle, wrenched out my grip so hard it hurt my hands.

My husband’s bleary, drunken face appeared in the doorway. He mumbled something, grabbed me and yanked me into the house, slamming the door with one hand.

I never had a chance to defend myself.

The first hit knocked me backwards so hard I slammed my head on the front door. I saw stars but managed to remain on my feet.

The second hit was joined by a drunken, incoherent rant about the time, where I’d been.

THE END

Copyright © 2017 by Pamela Scott

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Some Things Never Get Clean

July’s challenge is to write poetry and 100-word stories on the theme of domestic violence.

I am behind with this because of my two-week break so my focus over the next few days it to catch up.

I wrote my first story about a woman who mops her blood off the floor after her lover beats her.

SOME THINGS NEVER GET CLEAN

I bend over, back breaking and use the mop to scrub at the drops of my blood sprayed all over the kitchen floor.

My nose is still leaking and fresh drops cover those I wipe away. I curse, drop the mop and run to the bathroom.

My nose is up like a balloon, tender to touch. I pinch the nostrils between my fingers, tilt my head back and wait for the flow to stop, take a deep breath.

It does at last and I return to the kitchen.

I scrub and I scrub but the blood never seems to fade.

THE END

Copyright © 2017 by Pamela Scott

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The Woman Who Just Wanted To Be Happy

2016StADaHeadernodotorg1200x280sanserif-1I wrote my final piece for StoryADay.

An official prompt has not been posted as yet so I dug an idea out of my archives that I had a while ago.

A woman has been unhappily married for thirty years to a man who is violent when he’s been drinking. They have two young children. She doesn’t realise how unhappy she is until she falls in love with another woman. Her husband beats her when she tells him she’s leaving him. Her husband refuses to let her see her children as she struggles to build a new life.

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The Other Side Of Green

2016StADaHeadernodotorg1200x280sanserif-1I wrote another piece for StoryADay.

I didn’t use the official prompt. I dug a half-finished story from years ago out of my files and re-wrote and finished it.

A woman, bored with her marriage embarks on an affair with an old flame. Her passion for her lover soon wears off and she ends it. He doesn’t take it well and becomes aggressive and violent, hurting her. She manages to get away from him and goes home. Her husband takes her out for a lovely meal and she realises she forgot it was their anniversary. She vows to work harder at her marriage because she does love her husband.