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Perplexed by the sudden switch in moods. I mean, this brother was calm in less than a micro second ago and now this. The same question is thrown back at me. He throws my phone on the floor. The conversation about this my sister (Susan) was on women's health.
"We need to talk." he said. "I received a message from John (Susan's hubby)" I stare at him in silence. "What it means is that there's something fishy going on. What did you tell Susan?
" I tell him that I was worried about "something" and I needed some fast remedies from her since she had a background in medicine. He burst into rage telling me that Susan can't keep a secret adding that she "obviously" told her hubby.
In all this I am thinking let me WhatsApp Susan and apologise for involving her in all of my problems. He sees the phone, throws it away and begins to shout. Imagine. At this point am asking myself, what on earth is going on. I thought i trusted Jane.
But Susan couldn't have done that, I trust her. She is trustworthy. What is Cain (hubby-to-be) doing. Why is he angry?
A plethora of thoughts, questions racing through my mind. Before I could get the chance to organise these thoughts - he slaps me. In shock, I hold my cheek, trying to understand if I had been dreaming or simply imagining things. Tears roll down my eyes.
At that moment it hits me - this was really happening. I was slapped for the first time since high school. I drop my head onto the pillow. I cover my eyes.
Just when I had accepted that maybe it had been a mistake, he throws another blow, this time is was much stronger, and his fist landed straight onto my lower left jaw. Felt a sharp pain that dashed from underneath my ear down to my chin.
Immediately and unconsciously, I place my left hand onto the aching jaw. The pain was excruciating and unbearable. My tears begin to run down, uncontrollably at tremendous speed.
Another blow went onto my mouth then the next which led to the other and all I could simply do as all the blows kept raining on me was to cover my face - the last thing I wanted was to have a blue or black eye - well that could have been proof enough that I was being butchered.
I just didn't want the whole world to see the evidence written all over my face. He stood up, grabbed a golf stick, told me to shut up and stop crying. "Do you think all this crying will make me stop. Shut up and remove all those tears.
Stupid!" Showing fear and anxiety, i did exactly what he told me. He went on to open the bedroom door, and shouted a bit further. At this moment my senses shut down, trapped in my own world, I hear nothing but loud sounds... He pokes me with a golf stick.
I look at him, with trepidation. He looks down at me with fire in his eyes and commands me to stop crying. I look back at him, silently praying that the Lord saves me. It felt like my life was about to end...
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