Startled by a noise I heard, I rushed down stairs.
"Who's there?"
No one answered, so I turned on the light. As I'm walking on my cold marble floors I began to regret not grabbing my slippers from under my bed. I try to remain calm hoping that the chill running across my neck was just my anxiety from my first day sleeping alone. Oh how I miss having his warm body laying next to mine, but he's gone now and I have to move on.
Suddenly a rattling noise interrupts my thoughts. It almost sounded like someone was jiggling my door knob. I looked around for something to defend myself from any intruder but all I could find is our picture frame holding our first kiss.
Did I really wanna shatter such a beautiful memory? And what the hell would I do with it break the glass out and hope I don't cut myself first? Yeah I'll pass, I hope I'm just tripping and nothings in this kitchen.
As I'm creeping around the corner I could hear the jiggling sound becoming louder and louder. My hearts pounding and my hands are shaking.
"Please be overreacting," I whispered as I got closer.
To my surprise he stood there tall dark and handsome as I remembered. No fucking way, I have to be dreaming. I would pinch myself, but I'm enjoying seeing him here now.
I run up to him and say, "Hey baby I missed you. I'm so---"
He interrupts me with his wet hands around my fragile neck. I was always into that hard core sex, so it was turning me on.
However, he stood there with the coldest look in his eyes. I barely seen the man I fell in love with. Instead I see a man full of nothing but darkness as I stare in his eyes. My feet are dangling as he holds me against my kitchen sink. I can barely move, but I manage to reach and grab my knife. I knew I couldn't do much, so I stabbed him in his leg. He let go reaching for his wound. I sliver pass and ran as fast as I could to the living room door. The knife in my hand was my only defense against this mad man, so I knew it was best to run as fast I can.
"I'll kill you bitch!" Were the only words he screamed out.
I grabbed my neck in complete shock, wondering what in the hell went wrong. Shit what the fuck did I do? No time to think I gotta get the fuck outta here. As the cold door knob reaches my hand, I sigh because I taste my freedom.
"Where you going bitch?"
The knife that pierced my shoulder dropped any hopes of getting out of here. I said a prayer as I prepared for this to be my last breath as he quickly approached me.
"Lord thank you---" Is all I get out. The agony of the knife being screwed in my shoulder jumbled my thoughts.
I looked in his eyes hoping to find some kind of connection to the man I loved.
A tear rolled down his cheek, as he had me pinned against the door. He loosened up his grip and said, "Sarah, I thought you loved me. But you're just like the rest of them whores!"
In an attempt to reach any sanity he had left I responded faintly. "Baby I do love you. What are you talking about?"
He screams out, "Bitch stop lying! Did you love me when you were fucking your boss? I seen you with him giggling and he had your hand in his---"
"Baby no he was just offering me a promotion. I would never do you like that."
The lost of blood in my arm made me feel weak. I began to slide down the door. And he grabbed me into his arms and laid me on the couch. I must of felt relaxed bc I fell fast asleep right in the middle of this traumatic experience.
