and his mouth is already moving
everything is slow,his words....the sounds...
and his lips shape to pronounce each word that he is saying....
perhaps...i might listen...this time.
my fingers are balled up in a tight fist
and my mouth turn down in annoyance
i object
"i told you. it was not me..."
but he is screaming now
yelling his head off
and even before he lifts his hand
i know....
but my plea is too late and unheard
the blow whacks my face
and my neck snaps to the left..too quickly
my ear is ringing..feels like it's on fire
and my eyes are turning around
"please not again. not anymore"
but the second blow is worse than the first
i should've gotten used to it by now
and i feel my legs buck beneath me
and my body give way
i can taste the tangy saltiness of blood on the roof
of the inside of my mouth
and my tooth feels loose...again
his satisfied smile is enough to turn my helplessness to anger
.....is enough to fuel the fire raging in my belly
there must be something...
because i can't take it anymore
but as i get up
an immense blow whacks me again
my eyes are blurry
and my head is spinning
but i stretch out my hand
just in time...
what is this...?
oh gosh...maybe not...maybe yes
and his sneer is blood curling
almost barbarian
"leave me alone." i scream, my throat painful from his punches
..."and you'll do what?" he mocks me
taunting me
sneering at me
laughing at me
HOW dare he?!
HOW DARE HE??!!!
but he smiles just as he lands another blow...THAK!!
again, and again, and again.
and he's still laughing...
STOP!! STOP!!!
i can feel my hand close around it
and another blow...? NO!
NO MORE!!
but what i remember most
is the blank look of shocking disbelief in his eyes
and the butt of the knife sticking out from his gut
and the blood...oh! the blood spurting at my face
and the heat in my belly
that has turned into a chilling cold.
