Who's afraid of the big bad wolf

Donnie was fucked if that bitch was going to take so much as a hair from his chest. True, he didn’t want her anymore, but no one else was getting her either.

“Let me in!” he yelled, banging on the door. Piece of shit caravan, he could practically blow it down. Or punch a hole in it.

“Leave us alone Donnie, just go!” She sounded scared. Well she should be. Probably got some man in there with her, though all he could hear was the kids fucking whining. That fucking NOISE.

He shot his fist into the flimsy door, and when it didn’t break, went at it with all four limbs. By the time he broke through, they were out the window, gone. Didn’t matter, he knew where to find them.

*

Lisa ran hard, pulling Eva along, clutching James to her chest, smothering his cries. They crouched in the bin store, pulling the big green bin across, waiting, hearts beating, scared into silence. When it got dark, they came out and caught the bus to her sister’s, pale faced and chilled to the bone.

It didn’t take long. He arrived just past midnight, yelling in the street. He sounded drunk. “Lisa, lemme in. I juswanna talk. LISA! LISA! You’re a fucking BITCH! I’ll fucking KILL you. You hear me?”

She huddled beneath the window beside her sleeping babies, sure that if she moved he would somehow apparate into the room. It was just as she started to believe he had gone that she smelled smoke.

*

These wooden cabins went up fast and Donnie didn’t stick around. He knew where she would go next.

When he arrived, the house seemed quiet. She must think he didn’t know about this place. Stupid bitch. He skirted the brick frontage looking for an unlocked window, easing the sash up silently in the dark, taking the long knife from his back pocket as he folded himself through the opening, tasting her blood on his tongue.

*

His blood. It was his blood. Lisa lowered the sharpened glass in its frame, transforming the window into a guillotine, and dropped the sash.

Half in, half out, Donnie gurgled his last.

“Bitch.”

Word count bang on 366! Written for L.C. Schafer's Fucked Up Fairytales Challenge.

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Let me see, I need to get to 600 words. Oh, I tell you what. This isn't filler at all. If you have been effected by any of the issues raised in this story and live in the UK, you can contact the following for support:

Refuge - Support for women who are experiencing domestic abuse. The staff offer confidential, non-judgmental information and support. Call: 0808 2000 247 for free at any time, day or night. Online: https://www.nationaldahelpline.org.uk/

Men’s Advice Line - The helpline for male victims of domestic abuse. Call: 0808 8010 327 (Mon-Fri, 10am to 8pm) for non-judgmental information and support. Email: [email protected] or Online: https://mensadviceline.org.uk

Galop - Offering support to LGBT+ people who have experienced abuse and violence. Online Self-Referral: https://galop.org.uk/make-a-referral/ LGBT+ Domestic Abuse Helpline: 0800 999 5428 (Mon-Fri) Conversation Therapy Helpline: 0800 130 3335 (Mon-Fri) LGBT+ Hate Crime Helpline: 020 7704 2040 (Mon-Fri)

In the Unites States, you can contact the National Domestic Violence Hotline. The Hotline can be accessed via the nationwide number 1−800−799−SAFE(7233) or TTY 1−800−787−3224 or (206) 518-9361 (Video Phone Only for Deaf Callers), or online at https://www.thehotline.org/

In Australia, contact 1800RESPECT (1800 737 732) , the National Sexual Assault, Family & Domestic Violence Counselling Line for any Australian who has experienced, or is at risk of, family and domestic violence and/or sexual assault. 24 hours, 7 days a week. www.1800respect.org.au