Reminisence
It was a stormy night. Wind was beating against the aluminum siding of their manufactured home. The storm seemed to reflect the turmoil inside the house. There were three people in the house, two terrified and one drunk. Hank was reaching his breaking point. One beer relaxed him, three made him slightly obnoxious, but he was on his sixth. It was an unwritten house rule to avoid him at all costs when he’s on his sixth beer, like always put the lid on the toilet seat down, or take your plate into the kitchen after dinner. But unlike these rules, if this rule is broken it can have dire consequences. He leaned back in his lounge chair, in boxers and an undershirt. His beer belly was sticking out from his undershirt. His brown hair was surprisingly neat and seemed out of place along with the rest of his body. It was nine o’clock. At least Madeline was safe. It was her bedtime, and she wouldn’t be hurt once she was in the comforts of her own bed. Amber was still up, and she had at least another three hours till safety. Amber had dark brown hair that went down to her shoulders. Her body was perfectly proportioned, and her face flawless. She was a perfect example of a trophy wife. Perhaps in another life she might have married a
For a drunk, Hank was very fast. Amber pulled back but it was too late. His fist hit her with such force that it knocked her out of her chair. Her face was numb, but the pain would come later. It always did. She stayed down for a while, in shock. Hank declared angrily, “You’ll go where I tell you to go, alright?” She immediately got up and went to the kitchen. She first poured a glass of water and took some aspirin. She was already beginning to feel her face burn with pain. She opened the fridge to get another beer. As she was turning around, something shiny caught her eye. She turned back around to see a knife glistening on the edge of the cutting board. Its force was almost magnetic, as it drew her closer and closer. She absent-mindedly picked it up and put it in her back pocket. She kept her hand on it, and with the other hand popped the tab on the beer and walked out to the living room. Amber could no longer control her actions. It was as if she was now just a passenger in her own body. As Amber handed Hank the beer she let it go and it spilled into his lap. It took him a while to contemplate what just happened. Once he finally grasped what happened, he yelled, “You stupid bitch!” Amber was jerked back into reality as Hank crushed his beer. He set it on the table along with the rest of them. He turned to her and said, “Oh yeah, I almost forgot, you have to come with me Friday night to this party at my boss’ house.” He got up and pushed Amber away. He drew back his fist as if to hit her again, but it was Amber who was too quick this time. She pulled out the knife and thrust herself at him. The knife went straight through his eye. There was no surprise on his face, only pure hatred. He sunk back into the lounge
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