Words fail to describe the depth of love for the dark-haired pubescent beauty sleeping fitfully in her arms, flesh of her flesh, blood of her blood.
Side by side they lay, mother and child, upon a pink coverlet trimmed with white lace. Stuffed animals stood watch in this barricaded child's room, as
if a mere dresser could prevent him entry should he be of a mind. In a protective gesture she wrapped her arms around the young girl, all the while
wondering exactly what lessons she was teaching.
The entirety of her body was wracked with pain, her head pounding and her vision blurred, a result of the beating she had just endured for nearly an
hour straight. Although beaten with frequency, she knew not their tally: nevertheless, tonight was different than any come before, for tonight the
presence of her daughter caused her to turn, and she witnessed his transformation.
Crouched fetal, forearms protecting face, she pressed deep into the corner. Blow upon blow rained upon her back and head for the mere infraction of
succumbing to hunger at midnight, rather than continue the required wait for his return to share the evening meal together.
"Stop, Daddy, Stop! Your hurting Mommy! Stop!" yelled the young girl in dismay as she ran into the master bedroom.
Shhh. Run go hide before he notices you, the woman thought, trying to project the words into the mind of the child. Fear of drawing her husband's
attention to the presence of the girl prevented her from giving the words any voice.
Never hearing the screaming of her mother's soul, the girl jumped onto the back of her father in an attempt to pry him off her mother.
"No!" The woman screamed, but too late, as the man had already taken hold of the girl and threw her across the room, the young hitting the far wall
with a thud. He returned his full attention once more upon the woman, and resumed the beatings. Thank god, the woman thought, just ignore her, please
just ignore her!
At last, when more than a couple seconds passed without another punch, the woman quickly turned in order to make her move to protect the young girl,
fearing her daughter was next.
What she saw in that moment of her turning stopped her cold. A dazed look of complete confusion was crossing the man's face, and he shook his head
slightly as if clearing cobwebs from the depths, and for all she could decipher, he appeared as a man not knowing how he came to be in this time, in
Taking full advantage of his momentary mental lapse, she jumped up and went after the girl at a run, dragging her out of the room and into the girl's
room located down the hall, where they were now barricaded.
As she lay beside her daughter, her minds eye flashed to all those moments when his eyes changed just before he beat her and the full realization of
the situation hit her like a freight train.
He doesn't even realize what he is doing after rage overcomes him, she thought.
He will kill me one day, and nothing I can do will be able to prevent it. Who would protect her then? she wondered. What am I teaching her when I
allow this to continue? When I teach her to hide, I am only teaching her weakness, the woman decided. What kind of a life will she accept as normal,
if I don't teach her what strength is?
Painfully, the woman extracted herself from the bed, and moved as quietly as possible, the dresser away from the door. Looking back once more on the
still sleeping girl she then left the room, shutting the door behind her.
With a cup of coffee and a kiss she woke her husband, and helped him to get ready for work. Just another day, like the thousands which came before.
Patiently, she watched as his car disappeared down the road, and turning, she went back into the house.
As the golden rays of the new day began forcing the night's retreat, she picked up the phone, finally dialing the number.
"Hello, is this the safe house for battered women?"
"Yes it is, may I help you?"
"Yes ma'am, yes, you may."
Sunlight was pouring in the window to the girl's room as she opened the door. Silently she vowed as she looked upon the sleeping child to never again
teach weakness. A smile crossed her face as she began shaking this young girl awake, saying "Good morning sweetie! Today is the first day of the rest
of our lives! Let's hurry."
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