I hold my breath as I shift in bed, afraid he may wake up.
I turn away when he looks at me, afraid he’ll see my fear.
I creep through the house, afraid he’ll shout that I’m too loud.
I wear long-sleeve shirts, afraid others will see my bruises.
I watch as others stare at me, witnesses to my shame.
I tell myself I have no choices, afraid the one I make,
could be worse.
I hide a bag with basic things, afraid I may need to flee.
I squirrel away cash, afraid of having nothing.
I smile and say I’m fine, afraid someone will see the truth.
I call the hotline when he’s gone, afraid someone will answer.
I use a false name for the shelter’s phone number, afraid he’ll discover my plan.
I pretend the vodka bottles don’t exist, afraid he won’t have enough to pass out.
I refill his Percocet, afraid the alcohol won’t do its job.
I pretend to read my book, watching him starting to doze.
I wait, afraid I’ll never be free, and at last, unafraid.
About the Creator
Cheryl Slack
I have been seriously writing for the past 3 years. I currently live in Michigan near my family. I have a BA in Spanish and English and have 2 published novels, pen name Avery Stark, in a crime thriller series, after eight and Solace,
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