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Fatal Disaster

I’m tired of all this. I’m not taken into consideration and the way he treats me is horrible. I don’t know how much I can take. I have given my life to this man and all he does is abuse me. My parents named me Stacy so my life may be fruitful but the life I am living right now seems to be taking a lot more away than giving. “Stace hello, are you okay? Can you hear me?” I can hear Leah talking but my lips can’t even move to answer her. I am way too distraught by everything that’s been going on. “Stacy, earth to Stacy hello.” I finally replay “Yes Leah what, how can I help?” She goes on with her questions, simple irritating me. “What’s going on with you, this is not like you. You’ve been so out of touch to the point where I’ve forgotten who you are. You don’t call or come by the house anymore what’s going..” I interrupt and say “Please I’m just tired and extremely pregnant that’s all.” Leah answers “Yeah I can understand that but this is not like you, pregnant or not. You did not act this weird when you were pregnant with Talia. TT is getting older I don’t think she should see you like this. Look at your place, it’s a mess. Please tell me what’s wrong?” At this point I have this despairing look on my face and I say “Leah I really don’t have the energy to talk about this right now, just leave it.” And she replies “Stace I’ve been your best friend for more than 10 years. I know you better than you know yourself. This is not like you. Where is Michael? Why isn’t he here taking care of you or at least hire someone to help? This is ridiculous.” I mean she’s right, Michael is never here and when he is we’re either fighting or he’s putting his hands on me. I don’t even know how I’ve carried this baby to full term without complications or a miscarriage. And I can only imagine how my daughter feels. I really wish I could just run but who will take care of us? I have nothing but this house, my dad is gone and I have no other family. I'm stuck. Sometimes I truly wish my mom wasn’t such a dead beat. I wish I knew why she left, maybe I can understand why my self esteem is so low because it definitely doesn’t come from my father. My dad was loved by the people around him. Confident, fearless, and resilient and now that I'm going through this difficult time I can’t even go to him for safety. He would of killed Michaels giant ego and disrespect before it could even get to this point. “Stacy your mind is wondering again, I'm worried about you.” I respond “I’ll be fine Leah, honestly you’re stressing me out so I think you should leave before Mike gets home.” She gets frustrated and yells “NO, I'm not leaving until I talk to him!!” At this point I had no choice but to push her out of my home to refrain her from talking anymore. I hate the fact that I'm treating my best friend like dirt but right now it’s not the time because he will be home soon.

Now I'm trying to gather myself together because Michael is about to get home from work. I hate the anxiety I have to endure knowing that he comes home every night with a different attitude. As soon as I hear the keys jingle at the door I prepare for whatever is about to happen. Michael walks in and goes straight to the bathroom. He yells out “Bring me some toilet paper, why do I always have to remind you what to do? I bring him the toilet paper and after he’s finished he walks out and slaps me. I quickly fell to my knees and started sobbing. “Michael why do you do this to me when all I want to do is love you. I'm nothing but good to you and you treat me like trash. I don’t know how much longer I can take this.” And per usual he feels guilty and tries to apologize. “Baby I'm so sorry, I had a long day. But you should know better than to upset me.” I look at him with so much hate in my heart. How can he blame me for his abusive actions. How did I end up here? We used to me so in love, I didn’t have a care in the world when he would look at me and say “You’re my princess and I will never let you down.” The love he showed me at first was the love I felt from my father. I thought he was a good man but unfortunately I was wrong and ended up with a maniac. I mean, who hits a pregnant woman? Michael doesn’t take me out anymore, he doesn’t buy me nice things, or even give me words of love and encouragement. I guess it was all a trick to get me right where he wanted me. I swear if he puts his hands on me one more time I'm going to lose it, I am so close to the edge. He grabs my hand to help me up and says “Stacy if only you knew the day I had. Please fetch me some food I'm starving.” I just stood there with a sinister look. “I said NOW , hurry up!” he’s back to yelling at me. I wish there was a way we could fix all this but at this extent I have enabled him for way to long and I don’t think he will change. I love him with all my heart but at what cost.

It’s the next morning and I wake up bright and early. I take a shower and clean myself up. I have decided to no longer live like this, I deserve better for me and my children. Talia walks in to the kitchen and sits down as I serve her breakfast. The sadness in her eyes brings a fire out in me. I know and she knows that her father is good for nothing. I just thank God that he hasn’t put his hands on her, so I think. She looks up at me and asks “Is dad up yet?” I replied “No baby why do you ask?” Now her look of sadness has turned into fear. “Mom I have to tell you something.” Okay at this point I'm worried and I don’t know what disaster this could be. Nothing good ever happens to us. With love and compassion I ask “What is it baby? Talk to me and tells me what’s wrong.” I can tell by the way her body is shaking that this is bad news. I fear what she’s about to say next. “TT I need you to talk and tell me, now come on speak. I didn’t teach you to be silent.” At that very moment I thought being married to Michael was the worst thing I could of ever done, but what I was about to hear next was ten times worse. “Mom, dad came in my room last night while you were asleep.” My eyes get wide. “Your room? What did he go in your room for? What happened ?” Before she could even tell me I already knew what was next. “Mom he came in my room and and..” in desperation I yell “And what Talia!?” She covers her ears and says “He forced himself on me mom, he touched me. And he made sure to cover my mouth so I wouldn’t scream. Mom he’s been doing this ever since I turned 15, I'm scared mom I can’t take it. Everything that he does to you, to this family. Mom we need to leave, we need to leave mom please I'm begging you.” I zone out, all I hear are the cries of my daughter and my heart thumping out of my chest. I no longer can shed a tear because right now all I feel is rage. And with a calm voice I tell my daughter to go to her room, lock the door, call her aunty Leah and put her headphones as loud as she can. I didn’t want my daughter to hear what was about to go down. I'm done, he has caused enough pain to this family and I won’t allow it anymore.

While all this is going on Michael is still sound asleep as if his priorities are in order. Although we were still together we were no longer a family. I felt my blood boiling, rising up to the highest temperature. I took my pepper spray because the monster that I have created was going to pay the biggest price of them all. I storm into the room, “WAKE UP MICHAEL! WAKE THE HELL UP!” He jumps out his sleep “Woman have you lost your damn mind, do you want me to get out this bed?” I look at him as if he’s already dead to me “Please, please do so I can finally show you what it feels like.” He looked at me with confusion as if he was hearing things, “What did you just say?” I pull the blanket off him with aggression and slowly whispered “Get out of that bed because I'm about to kill you.” He jumps out and tries to hit me but I quickly pepper sprayed him. Michael starts screaming in agony but to be honest I don’t really care. “What happened to you Michael? Why have you done this to us?” he tries to get up to hit me again but I already had the bat in my hand and I whacked him in the leg. I start crying hopelessly, “Why Michael, what kind of man does this to their daughter? YOU’RE SICK. You need help. Talia told me what you did you sick asshole!” He doesn’t give up and tries to attack me again and this time he charged at me like a line backer and we both fell down the stairs, all the while I'm holding my stomach praying that my baby is okay. “She’s lying!” Michael says with a shaky voice. “Don’t lie to me, it will only make me more angry.” I grab the bat from the end of the stairs and start beating him with it. And this time I kept going, I didn’t stop. It’s like something came over me, all the anger I dealt with on my own for the last 8 years was finally spilling out. “AHH Stacy STOP PLEASE.” He cries out “Oh now you’re the one begging me to stop? What happened when I pleaded over and over again for you to stop? Where was the sympathy then?” I kept hitting him some more until I seen blood gushing out from his head. I finally felt relief when I just saw him laying there. I even smiled, I was free, at last I can breathe again. Next thing you know I hear the door opening, I turn around and its Leah. She walks in and closes the door faster than I swung that bat. “Stacy oh my God.” I walk over to the couch as Leah sees that I'm covered in blood and Michael is lying lifeless. She goes to check on Talia and tells her not to come out her room. While Leah walks around anxiously looking for the phone to call 911 I tell her “Sit down we need to talk.”

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