lacie2113
She drove through the rain, thick as she'd ever seen in her lifetime. The windshield wipers slapped the water back and forth as she struggled to see where she was going. In weather like this it was impossible to even see your hand in front of your face, let alone drive as fast as she was. She reached down to turn the radio off as she hit a puddle and the car started spinning out of control. As the telephone pole came into view the last thought that she would ever have was, "He told me there would be a downpour."
She placed the iron on the table and thought to herself, 'I wonder what kind of punishment I could inflict on this house with that.' Picking the iron up and looking around the room she stood, thinking about where she could touch the heat to first.
There were the walls...always so plain and bland. Walls she had hated since she moved into this dreadful house that he had wanted so badly. She could touch the iron to the walls in various places, makes various designs. Then there were the floors. Shiny, polished hard wood floors he had paid hundreds of dollars to have laid when they moved into the house. A few swipes of the iron across those floors and they would be ruined.
She extended her arm in front of her, looking deeply at the length of it, the jewelry she wore that he had bought for her on their last anniversary. The little tattoo she got on her forearm on a dare that weekend in Panama Beach. Which would hurt him more? Ruining the room in which she stood....the room she had begun to loathe, or ruining her body?
Realization hit like a car hitting a brick wall at 80MPH. It was the surroundings that would hurt him the most. The perfect world that he had paid so much for. The perfect world that he had forced her into. Forced her to keep a smile on her face everyday when all she wanted to do was scream, scratch his eyes out, throw something....die.
She slid down the perfectly painted wall to the floor with a thud. She took one last look at her olive skin as she pressed the iron against it. 'Hmm,' she thought to herself, 'this doesn't even seem to hurt me...no wonder he wouldn't care.'