Then I heard it–Naomi, sobbing.
All the pain I never knew about last time–it hit me like a freight train.
Crane snapped.
He hadn’t expected me to blow it all
He roared and swung at me.
open like this.
Not at my face this time–at the phone.
CRACK.
He knocked it out of my hand. It hit the wall and the screen exploded into black.
My lifeline to my daughter. Gone.
“YOU PSYCHO! YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!” he screamed, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and slammed my head into the wall.
WHAM.
Everything went white. Blood filled my mouth. Something warm dripped down my face.
But he didn’t break me.
I braced myself against the wall, shaking, and forced myself upright. Blood and sweat running down my face, I looked him dead in the eye:
“Crane. You always thought I’d never leave you, didn’t you?”
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The look in my eyes made him step back.
I wiped the blood off my lips, grabbed my suitcase, and turned to walk out.
“EVELYN!” He finally came to and grabbed me from behind, his hands around my throat, choking me.
“You’re not going ANYWHERE until you explain yourself! Divorce?! Over THIS?! Everything I did was for THIS FAMILY!”
I clawed his hands off my neck and looked at him like he was already dead.
“For the family? Crane, treating your wife and daughter like puppets you can control–that’s ‘for the family“?”
“Evelyn, I’ll fucking KILL you!”
His voice was pure venom.
He grabbed my suitcase and hurled it across the room. It exploded open. Clothes everywhere.
He dug through the pile and pulled out an old picture frame–the only photo of me and Naomi together.
“Protect her?” He laughed, bitter and cruel, and smashed it against the wall.
Glass exploded. Our faces–smiling, happy–shattered into a thousand pieces.
“Twenty years. And you wanna divorce me NOW? What am I to you? Trash you use and toss?”
He kicked me in the stomach.
Pain–white–hot, blinding.
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I collapsed, curled up, gasping.
But he didn’t stop.
Another kick. And another.
Like he wanted to kill me.
I clawed at him, my nails raking down his arms, drawing blood.
The pain made him even more rabid. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me like a dead dog into the storage room–barely fifty square feet, windowless, pitch black year–round.
SLAM.
The heavy door crashed shut behind me.
Click. Click.
The lock. Cold. Final.
He didn’t leave right away. Instead, he stood there on the other side of the door, and when he spoke, his voice was almost cheerful:
“Think real hard about what happens when you betray me. When you figure out how wrong you were, you can beg me to let you out.”
I hit the concrete floor hard, my face scraping against it, skin tearing, burning.
The darkness swallowed me whole.
I beat on that door until my hands were raw. Screamed his name until my throat bled. Nothing came back but his footsteps–slow, satisfied–walking away.
And then: silence.
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Time disappeared in the dark.
I don’t know if it was two days or three.
Thirst. Hunger. My wounds turned septic, pus leaking everywhere. Fever cooked me from the inside out. I kept blacking out, coming to, blacking out again–drowning over and over.
I was going to die there. Just like before. Rotting in a forgotten corner like garbage.
Then-
Click.
The lock turned.
HE
Blinding light flooded in.. Crane’s shadow filled the doorway.
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