Goodbye Arron

This is a short story I written on a whim

like the others it's just that a story.

Warning this story has violence and heavy swearing and abuse

Arron look over her body casting a dismissive gaze upon his wife he slams his ice cold

Beer onto the table mumbling underneath his breath "You're so dramatic and Emotional fuck sake woman stop that crying." Arron muscular toned body and brown eyes peer into his wife's watery ones. "Always crying always lying God sake woman look at you." Arron continues to braid her hitting at her looks and how she let her self-go since marriage. His words equally cold and childish. "Today of all days on my birthday woman." Arron stands to his feet the chair scraping the floor he slams his hand on the contour beside her caging her in His wife turns around looking into his eyes. "Your not worth touching not even worth breeding, You HERE ME WOMAN!" He yells His wife burst into tears at his abusive words hurt most of all feeling trapped.

she pulls out her red note book her mother got her His wife hide some cash in a small floor bord she decided

tonight, will be the night, that he dies. She packs a bag hides it underneath a small area of the house close enough so she can be able to make a run for it. "WOMAN IM OTTA BEER! Arron yells out his words cold and unloving with no actual agenda but to crush her pride and Independen like a bug benth his foot he looks down at her once she enters the kitchen once again. "What was taking you so long?" Arron grumbles to himself unsatisfied with her and her presences. He didn't know something drastic was hiding his way later tonight.

His wife pours him some more beer she prepares to start dinner looking around the kitchen for the correct ingredients her mind changes poison was to ease to safe she had to make it look like an accident as if she had nothing to do with it. His wife places the Pecher of beer on the table she parts her lips "Arron please don't fill up on beer I'm making your favorite shepherd's pie tonight with fried chicken." His wife looked down at her feet keeping her composure as the littles helpless woman he thinks she is, Arron nods and wave her off.

"At least your good for something." he says. Working her hardest in the kitchen dawn cast a beautiful light upon the dining room table His wife seats the table for two preparing his last meal before his Dimis. "Arron dinner is ready." her sweet voice rings through the halls etching him to come sit for dinner.

"Fucking finally what toke you so long." He pulls out the chair from the table plopping down picking up

his ice-cold beer chugging it the glass hits the table once he finish it off. Arron moves a bit in his sit getting comfortable he manspreads and relax easy in the chair taking a bit of the meal his wife prepared

his wife sits at the other end of the table watching him eat his food "How is it?" her voice cold and calculating

plotting his death his eternal end. "Don't ask stupid questions woman be useful and get me some more beer."

she stands to her feet walk over to the fridge eyeing the empty contents her body shivers knowing how he can get when he runs out of beer. "Would you like some water instead?" asking him nervously she turns around slowly his looming Figure hoovering over her he grabs her by her wrist slinging her towards the nearby wall.

"Bitch of a woman you can't do shit right can you.... Fuck's sake worthless piece of shit." he opens some hard liquor that was hidden in the back of the fridge chugging a bit of it he sways a bit back to the table. "I made dessert as well." trying to salvage her confidence to do it end him for once and all.

Cutting him a piece of cake with the biggest knife she holds it in her hands

looking directly at the resins of the leftover cake on the silver wear. Its written right there in her eyes the depth of sanity she holds in her grasp all she needed was an excuse a reason anything. "WOMAN! GET ME ANOTHER BEER!" Arron yells out startling her the knife hits the counter with a shaper clatter. She opens the drawers in the kitchen for a fork her bare feet pad on the hardwood floor. "Here I'll bring you the beer." Her voice soft and quite. As she turns on her feet walking back to the kitchen. The house phone rings and rings and rings. She wasn't allowed to answer. she wasn't allowed to have many things. A phone. Hobbies. A voice.

If Arron wanted to he could. something his told her several times before.

Your breath is mine.

You belong to me.

Your body is mine.

Worthless.

Weak.

I can do whatever I want with you.

His broken her down countless of times most where more brutal then then

last.

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