Category: PERSONAL

A submissive mother,
A intractable father.

Often were the fights,
More often they were physical…

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A bruise here,
A cut there,
The eyes puffy from crying,
from under them peeked a reddish-blue bruise,
haphazardly done, uneven cover-up it seemed…

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But,

A question remained on my mind…!?

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How did they end up sharing the same bed each night…?

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Writer’s note

Later, he would end up having his way and being physical with her—
After that him profusely crying,
clinging to her bare body,
like a newborn,
rubbing his face in her chest,
And,
she held him in close,
until he felt asleep…

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3rd person’s pov

This became a regular happening,
he would come home angry—
angry on someone,
or something that didn’t went his way
and,
in a fit of rage,
A hand would be raised,
A loud smack would resonate within these walls-
Sobbing would be heard later,
along with them tears would start to flow,
in a single sweep he would hit her once again,
telling her to shut up,
and bring him food…

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Taking the support of the wall,
or a drawer she would slowly get up,
but,
before she could stand on her feet,
he would get up once again,
grab her by her shoulder,
pressing his thumb firm into her joint,
turning her low-pitched sobs,
into silent screams with tears,
due to the extreme amount of pain,
after that he would throw her,
into the direction of the kitchen,
where she would go and heat food for him…

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If it was a little cold or too hot,
he would throw the chair back,
yelling at her yet again,
and those tears would start to roll again,
sometimes he would throw the plate in her direction,
not worrying if it were to hit her,
her arm,
her face,
her eyes,
no matter where it went;

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Often the neighbors heard her—
her cries of help;

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Initially people would wake up,

Bang our door late at night, Come to her rescue,

But now,

it was such a common happening,
that they wouldn’t even bother to get up,
much rather go out and look outside…!

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Every other day screams would be heard,
Her sobbing and His screaming—

Terror roamed the house,
and none was there to stop it,
stop any of it;

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As soon as he was done eating,
he would go into the bathroom,
clean himself up,
and sit on his side of the bed—

Scrolling his phone until a faint shadow of her entered the room for a brief moment and then went into the bathroom;

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He would curiously watch her from the side of his eye going into the bathroom,
then she’d come out with a bucket of clothes,
which she would take to the terrace to hang them on the ropes that were connected to poles on either side of the rooftop…

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Returning to their room,
she knew,
what she would have to do,
to ease the pain that he had,
even if she wasn’t to blame at all,
not even a little bit…;

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On coming down and locking the main entry door,
then their bedroom door;

It was a big room,
but not a spacious one,
on one wall was a TV,
in front of it,
was the bed,

There was a cabinet that has their essentials, Another cabinet sat in that spacious room that made it even more cramped,

In it were bottles filled to the brim with color transparent and gold like…!
Surrounded it was by walls colored in blue,
A pale blue color,
flakes of which were peeling off and felling on the floor;

An effort she made each day to clean them,
but another scream he roared,
not to use the broom at night,
as he snatched it from her hand and told her to get ready soon…

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In a fit of paralyzing fear,
she hurriedly picked it up,
and kept it in the corner of the room,
away from his sight as he found it very unappealing—

Before coming to bed,
she hit the light switch off,
and sat on her side of the bed—

Before laying down,
her hand reached up the drawer,
and from it came a box,
which had various creams and ointments—

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She stared at the box for a moment,
because it had a mirror glued on it,
seeing her bruised up face—
Remembering a smile that was once her identity,
Now, none of it was left,
not even an essence of it,
as she opened the box—

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Taking out Vaseline for her hands,
Boroline for her cracked heels,
and some other over the counter medicine for the bruises,
which she had an abundance of,
after a good 15 minute she was ready to lay down,
but,
her problems were far from over…

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As soon as she laid down,
his tantrums started,
rolling on his side of the bed,
grunting,
crushing his teeth,
all sorts of irritable behaviors,
But,
she knew what was coming,
after 10-15 minutes,
when all went silent,
you could hear him panting,
and after that,
those short breaths,
turned into little sobs,
knowing this was a usual behavior,
his usual behavior,
she didn’t instigate him for a couple of minutes…

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After 15-20 minutes passed,
she held out her hand,
and placed it on his shoulder,
knowing,
he won’t subside until it happens,
and,
because she doesn’t want to get hit yet again,
she starts something she doesn’t like even a single bit of…

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As she pulls herself towards him,
grabbing his back,
in an effort to comfort him,
after being a literal punching bag to him—

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He wanted to be comforted,
He wanted closure—

“Look at the audacity,
look at the situation life put me in…!” She though in her mind…

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First I have to beg for mercy,
and then please the same person;

He treats me like a piece of meat,
uses and then throws me away,
only to torture me again,
the next day,

“Why,
Why do i have to submit to him…?!”

I thought…

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Maybe, being from a poor background is the cause—

I don’t have people—
my people backing me

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I was told to adjust,
and adjust some more,
until his comfort was met,
and mine was ruined till there was none left of it…!

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(The rest will be continued tomorrow…)

Cheers 🥂

Love Waakiye 🤍