Randi E Brewer
Blog Post #20
The beating had been worse than
normal. He had come home in a rage, belligerent
from the start. He had lost yet another
job in an incredibly difficult market.
This depression was hitting everyone, hard. He took that out on her.
Bursting through the door he
grabbed the ever-present whiskey bottle and tossed down a quick three
fingers. The boys knew this mood and
were smart enough to go outside to play, away from his temper, his
outbursts. Rose didn’t have the same
option. He would be expecting dinner,
not that there was much food in the house, but she made due. Her cooking skills were not up to his mother’s
greatness, but he knew that going into the marriage. She was a city girl, but after the crash he
dragged her and the boys out to his family’s farm. She did her best with what she had. She held her head high and made it work.
His second glass did nothing to
ease his anger, it only made things worse.
“Dinner should have been ready an hour ago”, he bellowed. “Can’t you do anything right?” He sloshed more whiskey into the chipped
highball glass. “Those fucking idiots at
the plant have nothing on you,” he sneered.
He got mean when he drank. The more of the golden fluid he poured into
his glass the fiercer he became. Rose
shrunk back, and kept quiet. It
sometimes worked… anything to keep from
being hit. “I’m sorry”, she whispered, “I didn’t know when you’d be home and I
didn’t want your dinner to get cold.”
She ran around the small kitchen, fixing the meager ingredients into
something semi edible.
“Where are the boys?” he demanded.
“They went outside to play before
dinner”, she tried to be soothing. “Tommy
got an A in math today and Phin got a B on his spelling test. I thought it would be nice to let them play
outside until dinner.”
“You thought?!” he spat between his
teeth. “I don’t give two shits if they
got A’s and B’s. We have this farm to
take care of and they need to be doing their chores. It’s not like I see you doing them.”
“They’re just boys.” It slipped
from Rose’s lips before she could stop the sentence from forming.
The slap blindsided her.
She fell back against the cabinets, the back of her head bouncing with a dull thud. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to standing.
The slap blindsided her.
She fell back against the cabinets, the back of her head bouncing with a dull thud. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to standing.
“You are babying them. You're soft and stupid and haven’t done a
damn thing right around here since we moved in.”
She knew that wasn’t true. She did everything around the dilapidated
farm house. He left for work before the
cock crowed and came home in time for drinks and dinner. He was the one who didn’t help. He couldn’t keep a job cause he was
rattlesnake nasty and no boss wanted to put up with that when so many men were
looking for work. Every time he got
fired, he blamed it on her. Today was no
different.
“If it weren’t for you I’d still be
at work.” He shoved her into the living room.
Rose knew he was just winding up.
“Because of you I didn’t wake up in time. Didn’t get no breakfast and was late, thanks to your lazy ass.” He pushed her
again and she nearly tripped against the small side chair in the living room. She didn’t want to get pinned against the stone
hearth again.
“I did wake you up, don’t you remember? You told me to go away!” she knew it was best
not to argue, she was damned either way.
Another slap rocked her cheek and
she fell again to the floor. A kick came
next, then another. He cussed her out
with each hit, screaming that he would have been better off without her. She lifted her head, attempting to crawl
away. If she could only reach the door,
she could outrun him. She could hide
till he passed out. Instead, he grabbed
her ankle and twisted her around. The
punch stunned her and rattled her teeth.
The beautiful turquoise and blue wool rug she had brought from the city was now splattered with
her blood. But he didn’t stop and she could
only endure.
He had passed out on the rocking
chair not long ago, the whiskey finally taking hold. The boys had come in after it was over. She plastered on a smile and sent them to
bed. They knew, but didn’t say a
word. They’d already witnessed too much
horror in their short years. She
sheltered them when she could. She had
survived, as she had so many times in the past. She survived, but she knew the life growing
inside of her did not. The steady blood
trickling down her leg and the intense pain in her abdomen told her what a
doctor would later confirm. Rose had
been sure this had been the little girl she had dreamed of. The dream that was now a nightmare. “You’ll never touch me again.” She made an
oath. “I will kill you if you ever lay a
hand on me or my boys ever again.”
Passed out and snoring loudly in his sleep, he missed her oath. Rose's threat was not an empty one.