The Noise of Words...
She heard when the husband put the key in the lock of the house. The noise woke her up or maybe she wasn't completely asleep. Perhaps, as always, she only had her eyes closed. The man abruptly opened the door to the room as well. She squeezed her eyes tightly, praying that the husband would fall asleep. Tomorrow I would ask her where she had been and with whom. Not today, tomorrow when he was sober. At that moment she felt hands taking her from behind. They took her by her neck and by her hair. She felt the smell of alcohol entering her nostrils. She didn't move. Her mouth closed, without saying a word. Eyelids heavy, immobile, like heavy blinds. She remained silent, silent in the face of man's abuse. Not a tear, not a word came out of her.
While the man's body lay on the bed, the woman got up and went to the bathroom. He took a cold shower and looked at the marks the man had left on his body. It was not the first time these abuses occurred, nor would it be the last time, I was sure. He remembered the first time they fought as boyfriends. He put his hand on his face remembering that moment. Then came more fights and more insults. You'll never find a man like me, he had yelled at him while they were fighting. No one will notice a poor woman like you, he repeated a thousand times. The only man who can stand you is me, said the man with a finger and a mocking smile. The family also said: What are you going to do alone and with two daughters? He mistreats you, but he loves you, you must understand that he does not know how to show his love. Some even dared to ask: "But what did you do that is so annoying? The water in the shower hid its tears.
The next morning, the woman got up and prepared breakfast in silence. When the husband sat at the table, the quiet woman served him food. The night before seemed so far away, so she told him nothing of what had happened. Maybe the alcohol had made him behave that way, maybe he had even forgotten it or she had dreamt it. Sometimes it's better not to wake up the hurricane, she had been told several times by her friends. The man ate his food and with a brief greeting went out into the street. There was no kissing or apology, just a gesture with the head that summed it all up. The woman sat there drinking a cold coffee that tasted more bitter and sadder than usual.
At night, the woman looked at her watch: 10:30. Nervously she thinks that the husband has not arrived. She thinks that maybe something has happened to her: delinquency unleashed, death hidden in a corner. The girls want me to read them a story. She goes to the daughters' room and begins to tell them the story of fairies and adventure. In this story the princess fights against the dragon and against the prince. The princess doesn't need anyone to save her. In this story, the princess saves herself.
This story is made in homage to all the women of the world. I remind you that you can vote for @adsactly as a witness and join our server in discord. Until a next smile. ;)
Written by: @nancybriti