Live Free

Tonight She did not stand by the door waiting for him to return. This loneliness had eaten deep, deep enough for her to make up her mind and now all was at peace with her. She went over to the bed beside the kerosene lamp and knelt down; for a while she watched her baby sleep, then she closed her eyes and prayed.
Warm tears rolled down her cheeks, but she was not feeling sad. She was rather sober.
He was not coming back this night.
Ever since he lost his government work her husband had never truly come home. It seemed as though he lost his soul too. This was not the man she fell in love with the first day they met.
This was now a beast that hit her every morning to ease off his frustration.
He was now her rapist because she did not feel loved with the way he barged into the house in the middle of the night to sex her like a cheap prostitute.
She wiped her tears with her mind made up to leave his house the next day and be gone for good. She had decided to live free.