[Bye Bye Rosie]
Aches, pains. I ignore them all as I step quietly over his sleeping figure on the floor. I think he's passed out from the alcohol but I can't be too sure, one too many occasions I've been fooled by him faking it to get me again. He grunts and rolls over, my heart freezes and so does my step, I'm barely breathing...but he stays sleeping. Silently as humanly possible, I begin packing a small duffel bag and hope to god my jingling car keys don't rouse the dormant child and turn him into a raging abusive monsterous husband, a persona he takes on too often. "I loved you when I met you, Herbert Stanley, but now it pains me to even see you concious..." I mumble at my pink bra which was in mid-fold when I started talking. Sighing I sling the bag over my shoulder and head for the door. Half-way through the living room a voice that chills my blood echoes throughout the room.
"Wh-Where You gooinng Rosiiieee?" The shrill little girl voice he takes on before he hits me asks.
"Nowhere, Herbert, darling." I reply, my voice trembling as I turn back to see him standing in his underwear, classic whisky bottle clutched in his fist. He shakes his head and walks toward me, snatching my frail, contused wrist in his hand.
"Rosie's trying to leave me...But no no. Bad Rosie. No leaving. Come now back to bed with Herby." He speaks to me as if I'm a toddler and pulls harder on my arm, causing the weakend joints in my shoulders to pop and burn.
"Herby, let Rosie go. She's not going to stay here. She's leaving you." I say cooly despite the burn in my shoulder blade.
"YOU WENCH!" Herbert shrieks, pulling my arm so hard I fly toward him. He grabs the back of my head and slams it into the wall. "Til death do us Part! YOU PROMISED!" His voice is desperate and frantic, as well as angry. "Well, it's time for the death part b*tch..."
My nose is bleeding and swelling across my face, but I remain quiet. He hates screaming, he'd surely make my demise more painful if I screamed. Again he rams my head into the wall, but this time when I come back I slam my elbow into his solar plexus. "I'm not going to die tonight Herbert, If anyone has to die...it's you. Now...let me leave." My voice is calm but my heart is incredibly heavy and panicked. He walks into the kitchen shaking his head and I make a move to leave....but before I unlock the deadbolt he's back. Searing pain ripples through my body and I scream out.
He twists the blade in my back, and twists it and twists it. "Bye Bye Rosie, have a nice sleep." Those are the last words I hear before I feel the blade against my chest...right above my heart.
Aches, pains. I ignore them all as I step quietly over his sleeping figure on the floor. I think he's passed out from the alcohol but I can't be too sure, one too many occasions I've been fooled by him faking it to get me again. He grunts and rolls over, my heart freezes and so does my step, I'm barely breathing...but he stays sleeping. Silently as humanly possible, I begin packing a small duffel bag and hope to god my jingling car keys don't rouse the dormant child and turn him into a raging abusive monsterous husband, a persona he takes on too often. "I loved you when I met you, Herbert Stanley, but now it pains me to even see you concious..." I mumble at my pink bra which was in mid-fold when I started talking. Sighing I sling the bag over my shoulder and head for the door. Half-way through the living room a voice that chills my blood echoes throughout the room.
"Wh-Where You gooinng Rosiiieee?" The shrill little girl voice he takes on before he hits me asks.
"Nowhere, Herbert, darling." I reply, my voice trembling as I turn back to see him standing in his underwear, classic whisky bottle clutched in his fist. He shakes his head and walks toward me, snatching my frail, contused wrist in his hand.
"Rosie's trying to leave me...But no no. Bad Rosie. No leaving. Come now back to bed with Herby." He speaks to me as if I'm a toddler and pulls harder on my arm, causing the weakend joints in my shoulders to pop and burn.
"Herby, let Rosie go. She's not going to stay here. She's leaving you." I say cooly despite the burn in my shoulder blade.
"YOU WENCH!" Herbert shrieks, pulling my arm so hard I fly toward him. He grabs the back of my head and slams it into the wall. "Til death do us Part! YOU PROMISED!" His voice is desperate and frantic, as well as angry. "Well, it's time for the death part b*tch..."
My nose is bleeding and swelling across my face, but I remain quiet. He hates screaming, he'd surely make my demise more painful if I screamed. Again he rams my head into the wall, but this time when I come back I slam my elbow into his solar plexus. "I'm not going to die tonight Herbert, If anyone has to die...it's you. Now...let me leave." My voice is calm but my heart is incredibly heavy and panicked. He walks into the kitchen shaking his head and I make a move to leave....but before I unlock the deadbolt he's back. Searing pain ripples through my body and I scream out.
He twists the blade in my back, and twists it and twists it. "Bye Bye Rosie, have a nice sleep." Those are the last words I hear before I feel the blade against my chest...right above my heart.
