I’ll move in with you

Danielle

As he steps back recovering from the blow, I crawl away sobbing.

My bag is lying just a few meters away, I just have to find that bloody thing.

I don’t get far enough, then as soon as I have grabbed my purse, I get jerked away by him pulling at my ankle.

He stands over me, his chest heaving while I roll to a ball to cover from any further attack. “Bitch!”

Pulling me by my hair, he gets me to look at him before he hits me again. As soon as I lie on the floor, he delivers a series of kicks, making me fear he will break all my bones with his steel toe boot.

I cover my head as much as I can, weeping into my hands as he stops and curses me out.

With a last spit, he finally desists from my shaky frame and stomps back into the house.

Weakling!

Coward!

I’m sure he is not used to overpowering a woman on his own.

Even if I reckon that he is long gone, I stay in this position for a while, fearing the pain when I'll move.

I get up slowly, fighting myself up to prop my weight