The force of the kick sent me crashing to the ground and my head slammed into the corner of the table. Blood began to drip from my forehead, staining the floor beneath me.
As I saw my blood mix with the memories of my mother’s body being torn apart by the wild dog, I felt something inside me snap.
I screamed, my voice raw and fury. "Luther, you're not human! You're a monster!"
"I want a divorce! I can’t stay with you anymore!"
"Fine! I’ll sign it right now!" Luther’s tone was dismissive, almost bored.
He quickly pulled out two sheets of paper, scribbled his name and cruelly pressed his fingerprints into the blood pooling on the floor.
He sneered at me, his words dripping with scorn. "Priscilla, if you have the guts, go ahead and draft the divorce papers."
"You’re nothing. Pregnant with someone else’s child. Who would want you if you leave me?"
With that, he slammed the door and walked out without a second thought.
Luther did not return for days.
I did not care. I dragged my exhausted body and began packing.
It felt oddly freeing when he was not here and I no longer had to endure his indifference and cruelty.