(Part-4)
He went away for a while,
as I sat there on the kitchen floor sobbing,
the pain was surging yet again in my head, my right arm and calf…!
On opening my eyes,
I saw a bunch of long black hair with a few white streaks thrown on the floor,
And I thought to myself,
“Is that my…?”
This drunk guy pulled me so hard that he uprooted my hair and threw them in the kitchen next to me..!
I started to cry again,
Pain increased as soon as I started to think about what he did and in what place life brought me…!
He was back again infront of me,
towering over me looking at me like I was his punching bag;
and,
he asked me in a very rough tone,
“Where is my food…?”
Without saying much,
I thought,
if I were to cry again and not reply he would surely hit me again,
so,
I mustered some courage and tried to stand up,
but,
my leg felt weak and I couldn’t put any load on my right leg where he hit me…!
After a couple tries without taking any support,
I grabbed the kitchen slab and stood on it putting all of my body weight on the left leg,
After a while,
I stood on my left feet,
dragged myself towards the water purifier mounted on the wall,
under it was a metal glass and I filled it with water,
which I placed in-front of the kitchen slab where he stood,
before I could say,
“I will prepare the food shortly——“
He threw that glass in the sink by literally punching it,
and he grabbed my neck,
and pushed me on the other side of the kitchen next to the gas stove and cabinets,
before he could push me any further,
I mustered the remaining strength that I had and climbed on the kitchen counter that made him lose his balance and tumble on the floor…!
After which he passed out cold;
I stared at him,
stared at his body that appeared lifeless,
He laid there on the Kitchen floor,
Just like I did when he pulled me from the bed…!
I stared at him,
I wanted to kick him,
but,
I didn’t,
wouldn't that make me the same as him…?
I thought to myself…!
As I stared at him,
I looked at the pile of cash that was coming out of his pant pocket,
I pulled it out and counted;
He had used 3000/- rupees,
drank so much alcohol that he reeked of it and didn’t eat so that he could get most out of the alcohol…!
As I stared at him,
I thought to myself,
where did life bring me and what I should do next…!
A daughter on the verge of exploding thinks what she should do as she stares at her abusive husband lay there in the kitchen passed out from drinking too much…!
Love Waakiye 🤍
Waakiye 
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