Ms. Carlyle

I hear her footsteps coming from behind. They're light and quiet but I hear them nonetheless. She reaches the shack and stands in the doorway with a bundle of clothes and peers in, looking for her brute. I creep up behind her and push her inside with all I got, I push her with the six years of hatred that is pent up in me, push her with all my frustrations of this farm, of the world, and I push her with all the rage I possess. I push and she flies into the shack and I hear her skull slap the wood on the floor and I smile. She weakly tries to lift herself up and I just step on her back, shoving her stomach into the wood beneath her.

'Don't,' she tries to say.

'Don't,' I mock her and laugh a genuine and hard laugh. 'Don't,' I repeat.

'Please,' she whispers.

'And why not,' I ask as I flip her over. She starts to mouth something inaudible, so I lean down closer to hear.

'The b..b..ba..baby...' was all that came out. I lost it.

'Why you little w***e!' I slap her across the face, slap her again, harder. Just as I was about to slap again, I hear a noise behind me.