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#WritcoStoryPrompt120
Write a story based on the phrase "You will realize a person's worth when they are gone."
The sudden silence from the next room made me stop putting away the leftovers of the night's supper into the fridge and rushing out of the kitchen,I grabbed the nearest kitchen knife within my vicinity.With my heart racing and my brain chanting the slogan that has been keeping me strong,I summoned all the powers within me and held the knife with both hands,"You are strong!You are strong!''
The sight that I met at the living room made me to rush forward to the kids like a wounded lioness protecting it's cubs.My five years old son, Praise lay on the floor with his spiderman toy across the floor,his cousin Georgian was by his side trying to help him up.Across the room, filling the doorway,stood the famous and world renowned boxer Anders Zollo.Yes,the one and only,the all mighty king of the ring was standing at the small doorway.He looked around the small room with only a small and beat up couch,a dinning table with it's four chairs and a small television mounted on the wall,a cartoon program of Benten running in the background.
This was it,he had finally managed to find us after three years of running away from his brutality.Yes,the king of the ring who happened to be my husband had another side of him that not all knew about,save for my sister who not once but five times got to have a taste of his wrath knew about it.My son Praise,at only five years knew of all the demons that we were forced to hide into our closet and not a soul would hear about.Zollo was not one to just stand at a doorway looking lost with bloodshot eyes,he was always ready to use his hands for he had a terrible temper that only me knew of it's start and ending.So his standing at the doorway made me pick up my son and rushed them down the hall to their shared bedroom."I will protect you mamma,he will not hurt you again.''
My son's vows race in my mind as I leave the locked room with clear instructions to call the police should they hear me shouting,and with the knife tightly held in my now steady hands I master courage and tell him, "Please, leave before I call the police.I already had the divorce paperwork sent to you by my lawyer.''Silence.I was now getting nervous with his unusual silence when finally he did an act I had only seen him do ten years ago when we were both happy and only knew how to be happy and not shout and fight.Rhe great boxer was down on his knees,with tears streaming down his thin face.Raking a closer look,I realized that he had grown unusually thin and he seemed weary.I was not going to let him fool me with his fake tears and so, I stood my ground when suddenly into the house rushed my sister Annah carrying a newspaper.Upon getting inside the house,she sees Zollo and smacks him across the face.Feeling the need to protect him as his wife despite everything he made me go through,I rushed and took my sister away from him lest she awakens the beast in him
For close to five minutes, nobody talked as I continued to read the paper.He had resigned his fifteen years career because according to him,fame had made him to lose his family.Upon talking a closer look at the date,this had happened like two years back. I made Annah promise not to tell me anything about Zollo and true to her words she never said anything about him not even about his resignation,which to me was a great shock because I knew how much it meant to him."I did it for you.Please, forgive me.I want back my family.Forgive me for not being the husband that I had promised to be.For all the beatings you had,the pain I caused you,and...the... Please forgive me for the miscarriage that I caused you.I can't live with all these.Forgive me Leenah.I have always loved you but was feeling list and I didn't know how to be the perfect husband for you,and a father to our son.''
Was this how the happily ever after stories ended or was I being put under a test?I took all the beatings without question and the miscarriage U had was the last draw for me.Still sobbing uncontrollably at my feet,my heart was totally torn between forgiving this man that was once my source of happiness,my joy and my reason to live...but was also my greatest nightmare.I could not sleep at night without having nightmares about him.He was the same reason I would have a panic attack whenever anything fell to the ground,and was ...the biggest cause of my inability to have another child.Here he was, finally realizing his mistakes and repenting them to me, wanting back his once lively and happy family.Finally realizing my worth to him.Would I still be human to accept him back or would I finally be an animal to not be wise and run away from grief and ultimate death?
© Leen Queen.
Write a story based on the phrase "You will realize a person's worth when they are gone."
The sudden silence from the next room made me stop putting away the leftovers of the night's supper into the fridge and rushing out of the kitchen,I grabbed the nearest kitchen knife within my vicinity.With my heart racing and my brain chanting the slogan that has been keeping me strong,I summoned all the powers within me and held the knife with both hands,"You are strong!You are strong!''
The sight that I met at the living room made me to rush forward to the kids like a wounded lioness protecting it's cubs.My five years old son, Praise lay on the floor with his spiderman toy across the floor,his cousin Georgian was by his side trying to help him up.Across the room, filling the doorway,stood the famous and world renowned boxer Anders Zollo.Yes,the one and only,the all mighty king of the ring was standing at the small doorway.He looked around the small room with only a small and beat up couch,a dinning table with it's four chairs and a small television mounted on the wall,a cartoon program of Benten running in the background.
This was it,he had finally managed to find us after three years of running away from his brutality.Yes,the king of the ring who happened to be my husband had another side of him that not all knew about,save for my sister who not once but five times got to have a taste of his wrath knew about it.My son Praise,at only five years knew of all the demons that we were forced to hide into our closet and not a soul would hear about.Zollo was not one to just stand at a doorway looking lost with bloodshot eyes,he was always ready to use his hands for he had a terrible temper that only me knew of it's start and ending.So his standing at the doorway made me pick up my son and rushed them down the hall to their shared bedroom."I will protect you mamma,he will not hurt you again.''
My son's vows race in my mind as I leave the locked room with clear instructions to call the police should they hear me shouting,and with the knife tightly held in my now steady hands I master courage and tell him, "Please, leave before I call the police.I already had the divorce paperwork sent to you by my lawyer.''Silence.I was now getting nervous with his unusual silence when finally he did an act I had only seen him do ten years ago when we were both happy and only knew how to be happy and not shout and fight.Rhe great boxer was down on his knees,with tears streaming down his thin face.Raking a closer look,I realized that he had grown unusually thin and he seemed weary.I was not going to let him fool me with his fake tears and so, I stood my ground when suddenly into the house rushed my sister Annah carrying a newspaper.Upon getting inside the house,she sees Zollo and smacks him across the face.Feeling the need to protect him as his wife despite everything he made me go through,I rushed and took my sister away from him lest she awakens the beast in him
For close to five minutes, nobody talked as I continued to read the paper.He had resigned his fifteen years career because according to him,fame had made him to lose his family.Upon talking a closer look at the date,this had happened like two years back. I made Annah promise not to tell me anything about Zollo and true to her words she never said anything about him not even about his resignation,which to me was a great shock because I knew how much it meant to him."I did it for you.Please, forgive me.I want back my family.Forgive me for not being the husband that I had promised to be.For all the beatings you had,the pain I caused you,and...the... Please forgive me for the miscarriage that I caused you.I can't live with all these.Forgive me Leenah.I have always loved you but was feeling list and I didn't know how to be the perfect husband for you,and a father to our son.''
Was this how the happily ever after stories ended or was I being put under a test?I took all the beatings without question and the miscarriage U had was the last draw for me.Still sobbing uncontrollably at my feet,my heart was totally torn between forgiving this man that was once my source of happiness,my joy and my reason to live...but was also my greatest nightmare.I could not sleep at night without having nightmares about him.He was the same reason I would have a panic attack whenever anything fell to the ground,and was ...the biggest cause of my inability to have another child.Here he was, finally realizing his mistakes and repenting them to me, wanting back his once lively and happy family.Finally realizing my worth to him.Would I still be human to accept him back or would I finally be an animal to not be wise and run away from grief and ultimate death?
© Leen Queen.
