Danielle
As he steps back recovering from the blow, I crawl away sobbing.
My bag is lying just a few meters away, I just have to find that bloody thing.
I don’t get far enough, then as soon as I have grabbed my purse, I get jerked away by him pulling at my ankle.
He stands over me, his chest heaving while I roll to a ball to cover from any further attack. “b***h!”
Pulling me by my hair, he gets me to look at him before he hits me again. As soon as I lie on the floor, he delivers a series of kicks, making me fear he will break all my bones with his steel toe boot.
I cover my head as much as I can, weeping into my hands as he stops and curses me out.
With a last spit, he finally desists from my shaky frame and stomps back into the house.
Weakling!
Coward!
I’m sure he is n
