The Wait is Over

‘He’s perfect.’ This was her thought the first time she held him in her arms. She had barely noticed her laboured breath, the bittersweet tingling on her waist and the placenta still struggling to come out of her. Her eyes was on her son – her prize. She had won. She was a beautiful woman. The type most people called elegant. There was a time she used to feel that way. She held that power, being the center of attention and knowing how to control it. Her flaming read hair, light gray eyes and a slight dip on her upper pink lips all made up her unique face. She succeeded where most women failed. And that was what had attracted him in the first place. Not her beauty and charm like other men. He was a man of power and he needed an equally powerful woman to conquer and subdue. She knew this but she never minded. She loved him. She ruled by his side for two years, but that was before everything changed. It had started with late nights. Then he stopped coming to her regularly and locked her out as well. When the blows and bruises followed, she wasn’t surprised. She never understood why she stayed, not until now. It had become clear to her. She was waiting for this moment. She finally gave him what he wanted. A name for his empire. The time had come for her to take back what he took from her. Every little piece of it. A child shouldn't bring forth contempt, she knew but she was past caring. Her time had arrived and she intended to use it brutally.

My entry for @vermillionfox's flash fiction contest