I hate her

Abram ~

I watched the scene unfolding in front of me in horror, my wife, she was kicking on the shin of my brother, who was oblivious to any pain because he was unconscious.

She kept on kicking him like a possesed woman, my heart was thrumming inside my chest rapidly.

Her clothes were torn, hair was mess, she looked broken. My breath hitched in my throat, when she looked at me.

My vision blurred when I saw her bruised bloodied face, only if I have listened to her that day. What kind of husband I am? Who can't even save his wife.

She walked towards me, I want to hold her, and never let go, but she walked past by me. I turn around and grab her wrist.

She turn around and look at me, there was no anger, nothing in her eyes, they just looked blank and it broke my heart.

"Meera--" I whisper her name and she withdrew her hand away from my grasp.

"Don't touch me" She said, her voice lacking any emotion, I watched her retriving back as she climbed up the stairs.

I have broken her. I am