The Illusion of Happiness
My heart was pounding even as my nose picked up the pungent scent of alcohol, and at the very next instant, I felt a large pair of arms wrapping firmly around me.
He wasn't letting me go, and kept mumbling, "I missed you so much, darling. Come home with me, okay? I swear I won't ever see Sally anymore.
"I don't blame you for getting an abortion. We will have more children from now on…"
Realizing struggling won't work, I screamed on top of my lungs, "Let me go!!! Help!!! Somebody help!!!"
It was a quiet night—upon hearing my voice, the neighbors all scrambled outside, hoes and shovels in hand as they whacked the man without a word.