The release

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story of the consequences that love can bring. The women that paid the ultimate price

Submitted: June 27, 2013

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Submitted: June 27, 2013



The quaintly organised room was now blemished with the rage and fury that had just taken place. Shattered glass scattered the room, and nothing but a single coffee cup was left on the previously cluttered dining table. His words swam round my head, making me dizzy. \"You worthless slut\" he had spat, as he struck me to the floor and stormed out of the room like a tornado, spinning through a packed city, destructing the lives of innocent inhabitants. I cowered on the floor, my hand still shielding my increasingly swollen face from any more harm. I sat silently,frozen as though someone had paused the scene, too afraid to move, just in case my attacker, and long term boyfriend, returned. As I heard the door slam shut and the motor of his bike roar into action, I somehow found the strength to rise from the ground. Calmly, I set about fixing the room. My mother was meant to be coming for dinner tonight, I couldn't have her seeing it this way. First I retrieved the dust pan and brush from the kitchen cupboard, returned to the room and started collecting the shards of glass, and tipping them neatly into a plastic bag. I then bent down and picked up the piles of papers and books that rick had thrown to the floor in his familiar fury. I briefly flicked through the piles of clutter, deciding on impulse what we did and did not need, discarding the unwanted mail and scrap notes that dated back to any time up to a year ago. Once I was satisfied with the work in the dining room, I cracked open a window and then moved into the kitchen. There was minimal mess in here, just a single leather belt with a chunky metal buckle- the weapon Rick had used to hit me just minutes earlier, lying on the counter with envied ease. I picked it up promptly and took it upstairs to put back in Rick's wardrobe. As I reached the top of the stairs, I peered into the bathroom, something catching my eye, drawing my attention to the bleach bottle that stood next to the bath. I had spent the afternoon up to my elbows in bleach, scrubbing the bathroom so that Rick would have less things to be angry about, but he had found something. He always did. I unscrewed the cap of the bleach and peered in. I estimated the remaining contents to be somewhere just over 3/4 full. \"That should be enough\" I thought to myself. I replaced the bottle, tightening the cap firmly, and continued to the bedroom to put the belt back in the wardrobe, In its original place on the second belt hook hanging on the inside of the door. Calmly still, i then sat down at my dressing table, reached into the draw for a notebook and pen and started writing.

Rick I love you more than you will ever believe, but I have given up trying now. You win. Love you always, I hope I will be somewhere in your heart forever. All my love A xxx

I folded up and wrote 'Ricky' in clear print on the front. I placed the neatly folded paper in the centre of our king sized bed, and left the room. I went straight into the bathroom where I located the bleach bottle immediately. I unscrewed the tightly fitted cap, lifted it up to my mouth and started to drink. With every gulp my insides hurting more and more, but I didn't care. It was actually some sort of release. I was happier now, happier as i felt my life slipping away with each gulp. I no longer had to try to be something I wasn't, where I was going I was sure nothing would matter.

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