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ownies!
SOMEDAY
He hit her face.
"Whore!"
he screamed
The woman put her arms to her face trying to
reflect the blow. She lay on the barn floor; brown hair lay matted
against her fore head in coated in blood. She could taste the salt of
blood in her mouth and her face felt swollen.
The grey puppy
of the farm barked wildly at the man, yapping he grabbed at the
drunk's pant leg. The man yelled and kicked the pup to the side with
a heavy boot. The tiny canine cried and lay whimpering.
He
grabbed the cowering woman by the hair and hauled her up. She turned
her face away, sickened by the over powering stench of alcohol. He
kneed her in the ribs. A small gasp escaped her lips, as she felt a
fiery pain burn through her body.
He threw her to the ground
and straddled her, grabbing her face roughly he turned her face to
his. Brown eyes fluttered battling with consciousness.
He hit
her again. Her head snapped back like a broken flower. She raised her
head limply; blood ran from her nose in to her mouth. He grabbed at
her shoulders and pushed her down.
"Bitch!" he spat "I
am your husband!"
"I know" she whispered blood frothing
at the corner of her mouth, "I have seen no one."
"I
HAVE BEEN AWAY!" he roared, punching her in the stomach.
She
grimaced as she felt her belly bruise.
"I have been
faithful" she whispered through clenched teeth, "this child is
yours!"
The man grabbed her shoulders and yanked her to her
feet, slamming her against the wood.
"It had better be" he
said. He released her shoulders. The woman fell to the ground.
The
man stalked out, leaving her alone.
Horses gathered around the
fallen woman.
Onua Charmtong looked through swollen eyes as
the horses butted her gently, she grasped at her belly. Was her child
untouched? She stroked the neck of a chestnut mare. Using the horse
for support she rose to her feet. The farm pup lay in the corner
huddling, Onua reached down and picked him up gently cradling him as
if he were a child.
"You brave lad, "she whispered
"you're not a smart pup, but your brave"
The puppy
whinned and licked at her face.
A shallow gash had spread open
on the pup's head where he'd been kicked. Onua sided and went to
clean the pup's wound and her own.
"Someday," she
whispered to the pup, "you and I will run away from here, and no
one shall ever hurt us agian"
The pup yipped in approval and
snuggled in to Onua's front.
AN: Yes, sad, I know. And
the puppy is Tahoi if you haven't guessed. Sorry about all the error
(names, spelling, grammar), I don't have my books and I have to go
(lunch bell). I felt like writing this for the Dove (check it out my
prettys!) so please review...I THRIVE on reviews!
