Don't Wait Until Tomorrow
Copyright © 2011 Mitch Johnson
I felt the sting of
his hand slapping my face again...tears streamed from my eyes
again...I've got to stop crying in front of him, I need to look
I whispered. I couldn't manage anything louder, and hated myself for
"Go back to the
kitchen, and make something decent ! I don't work all day so you can
take my money and do nothing!"
I rushed to the
kitchen and tried to find something to make...I could barely see
through the tears, but I had to be quick or he'd hit me more. I found
some steak and started cooking.
I couldn't take this
any more... I had to leave him. Tonight I'd pack my things while he's
sleeping, and tomorrow I'll leave while he's at work...tomorrow, I
could start a new life, and find a man that would treat me right.
I planned it all out
while cooking, wiping my tears away; my hurt was replaced by anger.
How could he do this to me ?
He came in while I
was dishing up the steak. I turned to face him, full of anger... And
stopped. He was crying more than I'd been, his eyes were painfully
baby...it was my fault," he opened his arms and sniffed, "I'll
never do it again, I promise. Don't leave me... I love you."
I took a hesitant step forward...then broke down in his arms, "I'm
sorry....I'm sorry....I wont..I love you too.... I'm sorry."
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