going to take
it out on her.
“ Maria, I know
you are in there. You and that bitch Jane. I’m going to kill her
for what Tom did to me!” he limped faster towards the
house.
Maria retreated to the
kitchen, a cold chill running down her back. They couldn’t run if
they were all to get out alive. Ricky was a good shot, drunk or
sober.
“ Jane, you and
mama need to get out of here!” she gave Jane the money she had and
pushed them towards the back door with the bags.
“ No. We can’t
leave you.” Edna protested.
“ He’s got a
gun. I can’t risk him killing either of you. He’ll beat me, but he
won’t kill me,” Maria was sure of it. Ricky may use her as a
punching bag, but in his own sick way he loved her too much to kill
her, even though he threatened to do that a number of times. The
door came crushing in, making all of them jump, “Go, now!” Maria
pushed them out the back door then turned to face the kitchen door
way, scared, waiting for the inevitable.
Ricky stomped into the
kitchen, a wicked smile crept over his face when he spotted Maria.
He could smell her fear and it satisfied him more seeing her shake
in it. She took a step away from him as he moved closer, but he
lunged for her. He punched her, grabbed her by the hair and dragged
her out, “If I don’t see my kid here in the next hour, you’ll find
yours buried in your garden!”
Edna looked at him, anger
flowing through her veins more intensely than ever. She got in the
car and drove off with Jane. She was going to put an end to that
maniac, and she knew exactly how. She should have dialed that
number years ago when the abuse started, she was too soft, but not
anymore.
Maria had been in a daze
after the punch, but his words woke her up, “Please don’t!” She
yelled and got a knee in the stomach for it. She fell to the floor
and curled up, her hands over her aching belly. Several kicks to
her back made her unwind. She rolled away from him and crawled back
into the house trying hard not to cry or scream, she wasn’t going
to give him the satisfaction of shedding a tear, not this
time.
She managed to get to her
feet. She got as far as the living room before he tripped her. She
fell on the table and it broke under her. She screamed, unable to
contain the pain in her shoulder and ribs which had only began to
heal after her last beating. She didn’t have time to recover before
she felt Ricky’s hard boot make contact with her head. She rolled
to the couch, still, completely blacked out from the
blow.
Chapter Four
Dave walked down the
stairs with his daughter in his arms. They were both dressed and
ready to go to the firm, it wasn’t bring your kid to work day, but
what else was he to do? Amy didn’t show up the night before and
Dave didn’t feel comfortable leaving his child with a nanny. He was
a little glad Amy didn’t show. Seeing her face anytime soon would
send him to a rage that he wasn’t so sure he would be able to
control.
He spent the whole night
thinking of a way to get Amy out of his life and get full custody
of his daughter. He was tired of her and he didn’t want his wife
influencing his daughter in any way. He knew it would be difficult
being a single dad, but he was practically a single dad now with
his whimsical, annoying and self centered wife, and he would have
to give up a lot, and reduce his work load if he was to be there
for his daughter twenty- four seven. The drive for being senior
partner grew, but was backed by his concern and love for his baby
instead of ambition. If he got the promotion he would have less
work, and could just concentrate on the big cases which weren’t
that many.
Five months, he had to
wait before he could be sure of his promotion. That meant spending
five more months with the witch before he could start the process
of getting rid of her, but one thing was for sure, he wasn’t
leaving his daughter in her care ever again.
He picked up his
briefcase and walked out of his home.