The Lady in the Window
She lays on the floor near the end of the bed. Bruised face and cracked ribs. Tears leaked down her face. Her mouth opened wide, yet her scream was still silent. Wanting to run but she can’t. Thinking “there’s no way I could make it before he gets back”.
Then she heard a chilling whisper in her ear; there’s nowhere to go, you’ve turned your back on everyone. Moved to the middle of nowhere surrounded by his family and peers. Scowled upon your family and everyone you knew. Remember the days when you told everyone all you needed was your boo?
Friends tried to warn you but you cut them off too. “Jealous bitches all I’ll ever need is my boo”.
She twitched with both fear and pain as the sign everyone warned her about now seemed reasonable instead of insane. As the blood linked from her mouth and tears dipped from her eyes, she clawed her way to the bathroom door and began pulling herself from the floor. Though difficult to walk she found the strength as she got to the mirror knowing this wasn’t the end.
Morning turns to noon and noon to night, he walks in the door with champagne, flowers, and chocolate like a valentines night. Going on and on about his day. Expecting me not only to listen but to look after too.
Look at you. No, just look at you I made you all that you are. If it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t have this fancy house, nice clothes, jewelry, 3 cars, and a loaded bank account. Yet here you are sporting those bruising like it’s something I should be sorry about.
Her hurt turned to anger and her fear to strength. As he lifted his hand again, something was different he could see it in her eyes. As she whispered the next time you hit me one of us will die.
Her tone was so soft yet so very clear. He stepped back and stormed off and before she knew it the room was empty.
Slow deep breaths, she could hear from afar. “Hey, there is something wrong with the lady in the window” she quickly came to. Just realized it was all a premonition and she knew what she had to do.
She called her sister but for a minute she was afraid to speak. Her sister took a deep breath and said hang up the phone with no questions asked. 5 hours and 47 minutes to be exact; her sister knocked on the door. Fully prepared with a Uhaul and boxes ready to be packed, she hugged her sister and whispered “I will always have your back”.
Domestic Violence is never the answer and being a victim is not your fault.
Acknowledge the signs before it’s too late.
Come back next week for part2🤗
The Recondition with Rev. Dr. Barnes 