Quiet, No More!

He came home late every night, she would wait for him, patiently even into the wee hours of the night.His job was demanding, she understood.

He, then, started coming home drunk, every night. She tried to reason it out with him. She wanted to help him overcome the stress, but it only got worse. She was helpless, however she didn't give up being by his side and cleaned his drunk mess without complaining, even once.

He didn't realise how badly he hurt her, every night, in his drunk stupor.He forced himself on her, he hit her when she refused. He pulled her hair, he called her names. He kicked her, he dragged her, he threw her around, like she was a doll in his hands. She kept undergoing this torture, without voicing her protest, because, he was after all, her husband. 

She blamed the pet cat for the scratches, the door for the bruises, herself for tripping and never let anyone, even her sober husband get a clue about the pain she was being put through, every single night.

Then, came the day. She had slightly dozed off, she woke up when she heard the door creak open. She saw her husband enter. She was, like everyday, prepared for the abuse. But, what she saw, was something she had never imagined.

He extended his arm and pulled a young girl, forward. He started kissing her, oblivious to his wife's presence. He then moved towards the room, pushing his wife, on the way and never for once looking at her.

She knew now, was the time to act. She brought a machete from the kitchen and without thinking twice, stabbed the man, who was a beast in the form of her husband.

Even in her fury, she signalled the girl to go, while she took careful revenge, for all the pain he had ever inflicted on her.

She then, went to the police and surrendered herself saying, " Arrest me, for I have killed my husband. I have done, what I should have done years ago, I can be quiet NO MORE!"