Shattered Nightmare

Shattered Nightmare
      His precious wineglass shattered against the veranda. Blood dripped from the small slice across her cheek caused by the ricochet. She lay on the floor in the corner of their elegant balcony, curled up into a delicate ball incapable to retaliate against his attack. His voice boomed like clapping thunder and every insult felt as if lightning was thrashing her body. His eyes were cold and emotionless, like a murderer who felt no pity for his victims. She attempted to think of a better time before this, but the pain of the present was too much to bare. There was no beating. No physical attack. However, the verbal abuse and emotional trauma was far worse than any physical pain a simple human would have to suffer.
      The offensive slurs that screeched from his lips echoed in her mind. The words of her assumed betrayal and infidelity held her heart in a death grip. She raised her tense hands and held them over her ears, trying to block out his screams. Her head throbbed while the pain intensified with each insult. She didn’t want to hear anymore. He was wrong. She didn’t betray him. She didn’t sleep with his agent. She simply had coffee with him to discuss his birthday surprise. Her husband had always been the jealous type, but she had always stayed loyal to him. Solely devoted to him. Were there rumors going around that made him snap? Was it the fact that she arrived late from work for the last week? She just wanted to make him happy; that’s all she ever wanted for her one and only love.
      She shut her eyes tight, so she couldn’t see his face. The eyes of her husband were void of all emotion. He may have acted distant sometimes, but his eyes always revealed his feelings. Always. They were what scared her the most just now. She couldn’t stand to see her husband as this raving madman. She wanted to run, run far away, but her body was frozen to the veranda deck. Every muscle in her petite frame shook. She never imagined that he would lash...