delay

She stood up, this was maybe one of the last shot she was left with in facing him. She was bleeding and her brocken arm hurt like hell. His eyes poped out and the rusch of blood to his face obviously trippled his anger. How dared she still be up on her feet?

Although he was safe and sound and she was not much more than dead, it was the first time she felt powerful, the first time he was trembling with weekness. "I am out" she said, her word accompanied by the blood drops out of her mouth.

"Bitch!" he said. It was totally clear he had not much more to show up. "dare you step out, you shall never step back in my house, you, disgrace!"

She saw his hand rushing towards her and felt nothing more.

As she finally came to, it was a sudden rush of pain messages delivered from allover her body to the brain, from her brocken unfixed arm the worst.

It has been the same eversince she could remember, her father, her brothers, her ex-husband and now her second. She wondered if her son would do the same once he grows up. She could not change them, she knew it this time, she could already tell how he'd take her to the hospital in the evening, how he'd appologize to her tomarrow, buy her flowers maybe a little present on his way back from work, and promiss he'd never ever again commit such an unfair act against her.

It was all the same old story. She could not fall for the same tricks again. she had to leave, she had to get the better of him this time. She'd go to the police, then to the hospital, and next to a social worker to find her some job, anything would be better than this.

She got off the bed, shouting from pain. She just did not want to give up. the door was locked "brilliant" she tought to herself. She was not to be stopped thid time. "Did they ever stop as they promissed?" she tried to motivate herself, "NO, THEY NEVER DID!" she cried out loudly to help the pain eased.

She opened the window and painfully laughed at how short minded he was. She put one leg out and safely placed it somewhere on the wall. Then she took a break to let the pain decrese a little and there the second leg, she carefully draged herself outof the window frame, it felt damned good to be out! The pain got her a little dizzy. She took grasp of the frame with force. She cried out with all what she was left as her broken arm was hit against the wall. A sudden unconscious reflection drag her away from the wall, too far away.

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5 o'clock pm, as the police officer was checking the body filling up the forms before letting it go, he realized the face of the woman in the office the lady before whom he had told "The responsible for the department is not available today ma'am, see you tomarrow afternooon"