The Last Time [unedited]

The Last Time
By: Ker M.

Your face burns, but you don't know why. Is it the salt of your tears? Is it the humiliated blush creeping up your spinal column and manifesting itself in your cheekbones? Or is it the bruise that's slowly forming, a flower of purple and black extending from your lip up towards your eye.

You don't know, and you can't tell, but one thing is for certain. This is the last time it will ever end like this. His words fall on deaf ears now, his cries of remorse and the overused words of "Baby, please don't leave". You know it will end like this again if you stay. You want to leave, he blocks the door.

Years, this has been going on. And yet, you never said anything until now. You never once defied him, never spoke a word in your own defense. Family members and friends warned you time and time again, but you stayed. You always wanted to believe there was hope. You wanted to put some faith in humanity. But the faith is gone, the wick has burned and no more wax remains. You can't keep looking for something that isn't there.

The back door is open and you know that is your escape. With nothing but twenty three dollars in cash and the keys to the Mercedes, you leave. You have no clue where you'll end up, but you know that it will be anywhere but here.

You finally exhale. It can only get better from here.

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Ok, so, IDK what was going on with THIS thought process. I guess "Hershey" deposited some subconscious hints. This could lead to a new novel idea. Who knows? You know you can check back for updates. I'll be here.

Love You!
Kerry