A Time To Kill
Photo by Ken McDaniel/@Bulletwisdom
Photo Editing by Misty Carey
Her hands trembled as she rounded the corner; her future weighed heavy in her palm. He sneered as she walked in the room. Then his eyes grew wide. His body stilled. A smile quirked her lips as she stared down the barrel into his face, frozen in fear.
The same fear he’d controlled her with for so many years. Memories flashed through her mind—cowering in a corner trying to absorb the blows; crying in the tangled sheets of her bed, broken and bleeding; covering the bruises, covering for him.
The same anger he’d wielded, destroying everything it touched, now burned inside her. It was her turn to rise and his turn to fall.
“Please don’t do this, sweetheart.” His voice shook. Tears glistened in his eyes.
Her arm jerked with the recoil. The blast hung in the air. The world seemed to stop and she was afraid she’d missed. Then a scarlet bud began to blossom on his chest. He clutched the wound and the world rushed back to life. Her head swam as reality set in.
Relief followed on its heels.
No more fear. No more pain. It was finally done.
Whatever happened next didn’t matter.
She was finally free.
Please read the sister-story, A Time To Heal.