The Confession

“He stood at my door, drenched from the storm. He was screaming and shouting abuses. My husband Neil, was in the bath. He could never know of this. He could never know about the biggest mistake I made out of desperation. He could never know of what happened the night he was arrested. The night I was alone and in dire need of comfort. The night I tried to find solace in a friend. I wandered around looking for help but ended up helpless.

And here in my home, he stood, the living evidence of that night. He was screaming in my face. He looked like an animal with hunger in his eyes. His tight grasp on my arm was hurting me. So I pushed him. It felt good. He was more shocked than I was. Then, I pushed him again. A little harder this time. He fell down the stairs, hard, and hurt. Lying in a pool of blood. Like I did once, that night when I went to him for help.

He did lend me the money only after he had his way with me. And not just once. That night, I was not able to revolt. I froze with fear. He overpowered me that night. In search of help, I ended up helpless. But never again he would do that to anyone else. I had to put an end to this. And so I did, that morning. I plead, not guilty.”

11 responses to “The Confession”

    1. I’m happy it took your breath away 😀

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  1. Oh! This is a horrific story but I have to say I’m a little relieved it wasn’t the woman in a pool of blood as that is the usual case…

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    1. I was trying my hand at writing something out of my comfort zone 🙈
      And I wanted to portray a strong (albeit mildly crazy) woman

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  2. Wow, that one ended with a proverbial thud. Well written

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    1. Thank you so much! I was really afraid of this one but I went with whatever came in my head.

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    1. Thank you thank you!!

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