Numb

"I told you to get off the phone and go and cook dinner!"
"I'm trying to finish my home work. Leave me alone!"
"Sorry about that. Now, where were we?... So, when its a C.O.D, then you need to check what the object of the sentence is, right?..."
"That's the last time, now go help your mother!"
 "Why should I? I'm at school all day and then I get home and have to do my homework. She's here all day, sitting on her fat ass, doing nothing. Just look at the state of the house, it's disgusting!"
"What? If you don't like it here, you can f-ing leave!"
"Sorry, I'm going to have to go.... Yeah, me ..." Her phone flew across the room and smashed against the opposite wall.

She turned around,stood up and looked directly into his face. His eyes were wide open, barely blinking, his mouth, a thin hard line, his nostrils seemed to be the only thing moving as he breathed in and out, making a kind of rumbling noise in his throat. Then, she felt the blow and fell sideways. She picked herself up and ran out of the house, slamming the kitchen door behind her.
Where could she go? It was pitch black and about 3 degrees. She was still in her slippers. She ran to her mother's car. That would be a good place to lie low until he'd calmed down. She climbed into the passenger seat, shivering more from fear than from the cold.

The door was yanked open. She closed her eyes. The next thing she knew, she was being dragged down the sloped drive by the scruff of her sweatshirt, his nails digging into the flesh of her neck.
"You bitch! You thought you could hide, did you?"
He dropped her on the cold, hard cement and kicked her in the chest. Her body felt numb. Just take the blows and it'll soon pass. Then, as she clenched her fists even harder, she realised that she was still holding the pencil she'd been using to take notes. She thrust it sideways, right into his calf. He let out a cry like a wounded animal, stumbled and fell over. She scrambled up and was now towering over him, pencil poised for attack, head sideways, eyes narrowed, seething with anger. She drew her leg back, the ears of her dog slippers dangling and took aim to kick him in his ugly face. He was whimpering, holding his wounded leg.
She couldn't do it.
"You sad little man."
And shaking her head, she walked away.
 

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