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I'm sorry if this makes people uncomfortable... I just need to get it out of me...

The argument

He snaps.
His arms trembling.
His teeth almost to the point of cracking against each other.
He yells.
Cow.
Bitch.
You're just like your mother.
You're a retard, aren't you?
It's a wonder you know how to dress yourself.
Maybe I should give you up for adoption.
Your sister actually does things.
You never get off your lazy ass.
God, what a pig.
What a god damn disappointment.

She snaps.
Her body trembles.
Her jaw can't stop shaking as tears fall.
She cries.
I wish mom was here.
I hate you.
Please stop.
Stop.

He moves.
His arms reaching for her and grabbing.
His mouth set in a straight line, fire in his blue eyes.
He squeezes.

She struggles.
Gasping.
Clawing with bitten fingernails.
Kicking with no direction.

His nephew and niece and daughter stand.
Watching.
The nephews knowing eyes latch on to him.
While the two younger eyes wonder.

Her cousins and sister watch.
She screams.
Stop.
Please.
I can't...
She stops struggling.
It hurts.
Her neck.

His hands.
Tightening.
Squeezing.

She's on the ground.
Her hands hold his.
Though not in loving clasps.
In a need for air.
Bruises have formed on her forearm.
Her biceps.
Her thighs.

Her throat.

He stops.
Pushes her down.
Glares at the children.
He says.
Do not ever talk back to me.
Next time.
It will be worse.

She's pulled up.
Dragged to the door.
And thrown into the car.

A man stands next to his car.
He yells.
I'll call the cops if I hear her again.

He turns to face the man.
Holding a bat.
He yells.
The hell if you will.
And gets in the car.

They're going to thanksgiving.
He jokes with his family.
About how she didn't want a butt whooping.
Just a butt whooping.
His nephew wishes to stand up.
To show everyone her bruises.
Her tears.
But instead he's met with the words.
She deserved it.
Serves her right.
Next time you'll listen won't you.

She had nothing to give thanks for.
She lay in bed that night.
Wishing for death.
She whispers as tears fall.

Please.
Stop.
I'm ready to die.
Why won't you let me die.
I hate you.

She closes her eyes.
And dreams of death.
How peaceful it must be.
Away from him.

Please stop.
I can't keep fighting.
I'm losing.
This argument.

Description
I'm sorry if this makes people uncomfortable... I just need to get it out of me...

The argument

He snaps.
His arms trembling.
His teeth almost to the point of cracking against each other.
He yells.
Cow.
Bitch.
You're just like your mother.
You're a retard, aren't you?
It's a wonder you know how to dress yourself.
Maybe I should give you up for adoption.
Your sister actually does things.
You never get off your lazy ass.
God, what a pig.
What a god damn disappointment.

She snaps.
Her body trembles.
Her jaw can't stop shaking as tears fall.
She cries.
I wish mom was here.
I hate you.
Please stop.
Stop.

He moves.
His arms reaching for her and grabbing.
His mouth set in a straight line, fire in his blue eyes.
He squeezes.

She struggles.
Gasping.
Clawing with bitten fingernails.
Kicking with no direction.

His nephew and niece and daughter stand.
Watching.
The nephews knowing eyes latch on to him.
While the two younger eyes wonder.

Her cousins and sister watch.
She screams.
Stop.
Please.
I can't...
She stops struggling.
It hurts.
Her neck.

His hands.
Tightening.
Squeezing.

She's on the ground.
Her hands hold his.
Though not in loving clasps.
In a need for air.
Bruises have formed on her forearm.
Her biceps.
Her thighs.

Her throat.

He stops.
Pushes her down.
Glares at the children.
He says.
Do not ever talk back to me.
Next time.
It will be worse.

She's pulled up.
Dragged to the door.
And thrown into the car.

A man stands next to his car.
He yells.
I'll call the cops if I hear her again.

He turns to face the man.
Holding a bat.
He yells.
The hell if you will.
And gets in the car.

They're going to thanksgiving.
He jokes with his family.
About how she didn't want a butt whooping.
Just a butt whooping.
His nephew wishes to stand up.
To show everyone her bruises.
Her tears.
But instead he's met with the words.
She deserved it.
Serves her right.
Next time you'll listen won't you.

She had nothing to give thanks for.
She lay in bed that night.
Wishing for death.
She whispers as tears fall.

Please.
Stop.
I'm ready to die.
Why won't you let me die.
I hate you.

She closes her eyes.
And dreams of death.
How peaceful it must be.
Away from him.

Please stop.
I can't keep fighting.
I'm losing.
This argument.