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Scrambling on the floor I’d been knocked down to, I blearily look up at my husband. I look at the sweat slicked forehead I used to place loving kisses on, to the red, tear stained cheeks that I had once rested against my own. I look at the sneering mouth that used to take my breath away with a simple word or a chaste kiss, back up to the nose that was nearly identical to the one on my little boy’s face. Finally, I look into his eyes and what I see frightens me the most. Those beautiful brown eyes that first drew me in, that melted my heart with just one glance, that held so much love, now appear black as night. I feel as though I’m looking into the eyes of a demon as he stares at me with a mixture of sadness, betrayal, and hatred. I finally tear my gaze away from his face to his outraged arm down to the trembling hand pointing a gun directly at me. I know that I won’t make it out of this room alive tonight and I can only hope that someone can save him before it’s too late. I close my eyes and say one last prayer.
save him, save him