The Extended Hand?

[zoolane]

The Extended Hand?

Hand grab her neck, swing round and held in place while a least three fists came at her face. After few good swift Punch's. The woman fell to the hallway floor like a giant rag doll. The faint footsteps faded away toward the lift. She laid with handle quietly knocking against the wall but just enough for her heard it. The carpet was supposed being cream but near step it look like someone had being drawing with red paint. The women head is throbbing, but she knew who it was that did this act. Her mind races around with things but yet she cannot recall any thing she did or said to warrant this brutal act. Why did he stop them? Obvious he agree with them and she must deserve what she just received. As the double vision died down, she began gather herself back together again. She manage to close the the street door without make sound, much to her relief and wishing that her daughter did not heard or see anything. With bit guide from walls and her hands. She now stood in front mirror in her living room. The mirror is above her favourite thing in whole room, the fireplace. With droplet of blood hit the floor and fireplace. She braces herself and look that misfigure reflection.

Work in progress

[zoolane]

The person staring back at the young mother is not person she normal see in the morning. She had them attack her before with words but last few have being with violence it seem to getting more vicious with each one. This time she can see few cuts above both eyes, one is on way of becoming black eye, burst lip and seem that her jaw is slightly out of line. Oh and missing two teeth. She know she must go to hospital. This will be the six time in eight weeks. With her mortal dilemma in balance and she know that her father in law is blame for it again. Only because he put blame on her instead taken responsible for own actions. She make herself strong and sweet tea. Tea in one hand and texting her friend in other but she now shaking with shock. Her friend arrive to look after the innocent by stand in this situation. Other woman surge her to contact police. The pet lite mother put on the head scarf try cover up her face but she not sure why because whole block know about violence.

[libernaut]

Sad story, especially because this sort of thing actually happens.

[zoolane]

Thank you for your comment lib.

The busy a A and E department is packed out with drunken teenagers, adults in like wise state. She trying to be polite but she can not speak property without split small amount of blood at receptionist. In end she writing on notepad the answer to questions she is asking. With her constant police were called due the amount times she being in the department over six to eight weeks. After short time in on the bed, doctor came in and spoke to her said has fracture jaw and is luck for injuries not to be worse. A lady police officer also appear beside her bed while having stitch's. The officer spoken soft but long time to disfigure woman who used to be strong and confidence to match. These past few years have drain her away from what she was.

[Delta40]

Mortal dilemma? I know it is supposed to be moral dilemma but for this story mortal dilemma is spot on! Your writing is brutal without ribbons.

[zoolane]

Thank you Delta.

[zoolane]

She is listen but words of police officer is saying seem to float in mid air and echoing sound not quite reach her eardrums. The bruise woman said that she will only press charge and go court. If they promise on paper in black and white to rehousing her and daughter outside London. Until they sort in out she has to going home and pretend everything is OK and does not mind be use as a scapegoat or punching bag. Does he not love her enough to stop them? she wonders.

[zoolane]

On the way home she decide how and what excuse she going palm of with this and how she bring it on herself. Not sure if she do this with just walk out jump off on the train track. Maybe I will have nerve breakdown instead before other beating. Just lift stop on the door open, she manage to get to door. In hope that no one saw her. Her friend stay on the sofa and she trying to get sleep but hardly get any. Very little sound or shadow she freak out. The alarm going off at seven, he occasion get up, make smug comment on the state of her face look like "back end of a cow". He walks out like everything normal but it not.

Her friend leave due own life but said she end of phone. In front room, she started apply thick make up you could coorect her face best as impossible so her little one won't notice but she know she talk of block and school. She hurry her daughter pass the school gates and blow kiss goodbye. She take all short cut and back streets to get home. No soon then the door close, in knock again and she is shaking violent now. Well she open door, its one of them with their child. Again business as usual with one cut sweep while she trying make tea and pass out. Also trying to be calm with handful tablets from hospital and GP. Wonder if person with her would care if overdose in front her?

[Delta40]

I hope she gets the justice she deserves...

[zoolane]

It few weeks past, the bruise and cuts healing nice form some more scars to add to her collection. She thoughts as she slip the on and off switch in her brain. She knew one thing for certain that if she or someone was to let fade away as much she wish it. One thing would help police to realize who she was it. Is the scars or fractures and plate which being newly add to her body. Still have that one thing impose their self on her everyday life, even from nine in morning or ten if she luck but to same time at night. She development a clean obsession to trying cope with that person and children. Just also had trying stay polite and strong will so person as not know that she falling apart limp from limp.

For months on end, she stare at tiny little bed and fragile body with precious cargo which is hers. With her cheeks string from salty tears which more like water fall run away with itself. Everyday her world is crumbling and piece of her is being removed. With very word; kick; slap and punch.

[Delta40]

I never cease to be amazed at how strongly the theme of your writing comes through regardless of the writing challenges you face Zoo. The familiar cycle of abuse is so prevalent here.

[hillwalker]

That last posting was particularly evocative - 'precious cargo' and 'kick, slap, and punch'.

Good to see you're still making your mark on here.

H

[zoolane]

Thank you Delta and Hill.

She resign herself to never finding the feisty eighteen year old that embark of this loving relationship at beginning but now its disease relationship that eating it way throught her. She has no phone, it her partner run up phone bill and who supposedly live here but sometime she wonders. They trying phoning, meet her in public place or knock but alway one of them her with. With GP keep given her more tablets and strength of them is getting high so she might get some rest at night. The attacks still here, she not sure if body will be able take much more let alone her mind. Her daughter birthday in few days, one day she made special cake just them both to have as treat. At night while watching the little girl favourite DVD and cuddling. They had some posh cake she had made. Later on at same night he came in to find them both on the sofa.