Sweat trickled across her distant mind…slowly rolling down
her high cheeks. Her lips burned from the trauma of his impact..this wasn’t the
first and wouldn’t be the last time she was considered an object to this man…a
punching bag for his own frustrations. Her face tensed up, ears burning, tears
spilled from her desperate eyes as she looked at her horribly bruised face in
the mirror.
The thought of his tender deep voice rumbled through her. She
was once forgiving. But tonight;tonight called for vengeance. The chrome 24 was
in the draw. She stumbled as each step forced pain. He was there at the set, taking
in images filling his mind with more misguided views. She picked the phone and
listened to the tone, she dialed an familiar number.
“[Dialogue:]
[Jazmine:] Mom
[Mom:] What's the matter Jaz?
[Jazmine:] He did it again. He hit me.
[Mom:] He did what? Calm down ok. Calm down.
[Jazmine:] I'm a kill him
[Mom:] Listen to me
[Jazmine:] I'm a kill him. I know I'm a kill him.
[Mom:] Listen to me. Get your stuff and come home.
[Jazmine:] I can't come home. I'm a kill him. I'm a do it.”
As she
slammed the phone on the receiver she knew what her next move would be. No more thinking. There was no escape from
his arrogance, his jealousy, he owned her. There was only one way out….
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