Title: Stand Up and Shout

Author: Sgt. Maritza Cruz

No specific time

Notes: Um, this is a Sam fic, please don't be too mean to me, this is my first WaT fic that I've posted..-hides-

How could she let him say these things to her?
These mean, hurtful, demoralizing, discriminating words.
She was letting down her gender, her ethics.
Herself.
It gave her pride to be referred to as a woman.
A she, her.
A girl.
Now here she was letting her boyfriend call her a bitch, a skank.
Accusing her of flirting with other guys, which maybe she was.
But so what?
She had guys look at her where ever she went, it was not her fault.
Oh.
A new insult.
"How could you be so fucking stupid? All women are the same, they should just stay in the house and cook."
"What about the women that can't cook?" She asked.
He stared at her, shocked she was interrupting him.
"What did you say?" he looked in awe to see that she could still speak and that she was not lying in a ball on the ground crying.
She looked at him, dead on in the eyes. "What about the women that can't cook?" She enunciated.
"They're useless."
A sharp glint was now visible in her eye. "I can't cook." She still maintained eye contact.
He stared back at her in disbelief and slowly stepped towards her.
She felt fear creep up her throat but still she did not move.
She stayed right where she was, feet firmly planted on the ground, staring back at him, her eyes never leaving his.
He was no less than 4 inches away from her.
Her eyes started to water. She desperately needed to blink.
He smirked. "Weak." he told her, noticing her eyes water and probably mistaking them for tears.
"Weak." he hissed again, this time only 2 inches from her.
Her eyebrows narrowed. "I am not weak. I am a woman."
"That's why the word woman starts with a w. Weak does too," he explained to her as if she was five years old.
"Really? Oh well, I didn't know that. Your so smart." Now it was she who smirked and chose this moment to blink.
His eyes grew nasty and she knew she was in trouble.
He can't hurt me. He can't hurt me, she kept telling herself. She was doing this for all the females in the world. All of them that had ever been raped, or discriminated against or harassed. Ever been told they couldn't do something because they were a girl.
She had put up with his bullshit for too long. It was time for a change. Of course she could not tell anyone what was going on at work. How would that look? No, she could handle it on her own. They weren't too serious, they had only slept together once, been out a few times. She stood still, eyes not moving. "If you're gonna hit me, hit me."
He smiled a dark shady smile. "My pleasure."
And so it began.
She saw his fist coming at her at the speed of a baseball thrown by one of the Yankees. She chose not to move. Let him think he won.
His fist connected with her face in a way that no fist and no face should ever connect. She was pretty sure her jaw broke, but she did not care.
She had made sure her feet did not move, even after that punch. She stayed still and steady. Ready for more, if he chose to keep making bad choices.
He looked at her, waiting for her to fall.
She opened her mouth to talk, and sent a shockwave of pain thru jaw. "I wanted you to hit me, but obviously you're too ill equipped to do that. I'm outta here." She started towards the door and then turned around to face him several feet away. He was still staring at the spot where she was standing when he hit her.
"Feminism is the rational belief that women are people."

Um, if you like it, and would like me to continue it, tell me, because I've been thinking of some ways to continue it, so review! Please and thanks you.