Sunday, February 26, 2012

Vindication




This week's writing prompt was about conflict and violence.  This quote was our guide:

"It is better to be violent, if there is violence in our hearts, than to put on the cloak of nonviolence to cover impotence." -Mahatma Gandi
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"I warned you that I would kill you if you touched Emily or Matthew again!" I yelled menacingly at the poor excuse of a man, aka my brother-in-law.

I had caught him by surprise.  He was sitting in the garage, drinking a beer and watching a football game on the t.v.  After yet another "fall down the stairs" suffered by my sister Emily, I had no choice but to take matters into my own hands.  And so, I drove to their house. My sister and my nephew safely tucked away at a relative's house.

Enough was enough!

"What the hell are you doing here? Get out of my house before I call the police!"  yelled the coward.  He stood up and started walking towards me.

"You think I'm afraid of you? I'm not my sister, your asshole!"

He was now, thisclose to me.  I could see the beads of sweat forming on his face.  The smell of beer permeated my senses.

"You're going to regret this you stupid bitch!"  He shoved me so hard I fell against the pool table.

Not again.  He had caused enough damage.  He needed to be stopped.

He laughed at me and turned to walk away.

I reached into my jeans pocket and took out a pocket knife.  My father used it to gut fish.  I would use it to gut a pig.

"This is for Emily and Matthew!"  I yelled at him as I stabbed the back of his neck.  He jolted forward and the turned to face me.  His face was now flushed red with anger.

"I'm bleeding!"  This seemed to incense him.  He lunged at me.  But I was ready for him.  As he pushed me to the ground and tried to hit me, I fought him off with one hand while stabbing him in the face, shoulders, chest, anywhere I could stab him, with my my other arm.

"I hate you! I hate you so much!" I screamed at him.

Suddenly, I was fueled by a force I didn't recognize. I kept thinking of all the times my sister would show up at my house, bleeding and bruised, crying in despair.  I thought of my five year old nephew, and his state of mind and how he could grow up to be just like his monster of a father.  I thought of all those times she left, only to be lured back.

"Now they'll never hurt again!" I said to his listless body.

9 comments:

Belle said...

Abuse by men like this is all too common. I can see why the girl in the story would like to kill him. Very well written.

not displayed said...

Very vivid and powerful.

Rawknrobyn.blogspot.com said...

A very strong piece, Yvonne. Great ending, too.
xoRobyn

Jo-Anne's Ramblings said...

You know what makes this piece so gripping is that people like me have felt like the girl in the story not that I would ever attack the waste of space but I have dreamt many times how good it would be if the waste of space was hit by a bus or train or od anything to get him out of my sisters life........

Unknown said...

I have an aunt who used to have slime for a husband. Unfortunately, it didn't matter how many times my uncles beat the shit out of him. She finally got away. Good post.

Yvonne said...

Belle- Yes, unfortunately, it is all too common. It's very sad.

Mynx- thank you!

Robyn- Thanks! Glad you liked it.

Jo-Anne- Exactly! I have felt this way many times. But I only harm the idiot in my dreams, too.

Paul- Thanks for dropping by! Yeah, I know that story all too well. Glad she got finally got out though.

The Frisky Virgin said...

Incredibly vivid. No one could read this and feel the emotion. Men who hit women ARE cowards, plain and simple. Yet, abusers think they're God. Got news, God wouldn't harm a single living soul.

Nancy C said...

Clearly this is a person brought to the edge, and then over it.

You capture her rage quite well.

Yvonne said...

FV- Thank you! And you are so right!

Nancy C- Thanks for reading and commenting! Glad you liked it!

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