Thought of the moment....

No matter how hard you try, you will NEVER control anyone else's attitudes, actions, or outcomes. The only person that you have the ability to directly impact is you, and it is your responsibility to learn how to do just that...to utilize the knowledge, skills, and abilities you have been given to impact the world in the most positive way that you can EVERY chance you get!



Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Write It Out Wednesday -- Crutch pt 1

Ok I am trying something new today and am disclosing a little snippet of work that I don't normally do. I apologize if anyone is offended by content or language. I also do not guarantee that I will post something every Wednesday, but will try. Enjoy!


  “Where’s the money, Tess?” His breath was heavy in the phone.

     She knew that the answer didn’t matter. She knew the minute she moved the money out of his reach that she signed her own death warrant but she no longer cared. She was tired. Tired of him being able to control her. Holding money over her head as her only means of survival, crippling her without it. Making her need him around to help support her.

     “It’s safe.” Her voice quavered a little. Letting out a small sigh and bringing her chin up she tried to sound stern. “You’re obsessed with the money, Aaron. It’s always about the money. I am not going to let you control me with it anymore.”

     “I’m not obsessed, that’s ridiculous. It’s not your money. It’s my money.” He started when she cut into him.

     “Our money! Everything is about you. How hard you work, what you’ve been through, your needs. You don’t give a damn about me or the kids…it’s always about you.” She was becoming heated and wanted to show him that she was no longer scared of him or this threats.

     “You shut up; just shut your fuckin mouth right now. You don’t talk to me like that. That only gets you in trouble and you know it.” Aaron’s voice boomed through the phone.

     Tess shuttered at the thought but tried to hold her ground. “This is over. You need to pack your shit and leave. Be gone before I get home with the kids.”

     She knew he wouldn’t be gone, but she also knew she had no plans on taking the kids back to the house with her either. She was going to stash them with her mom until she could get something a little more secure. This was going to be a long terrifying night.

4 comments:

Cheryl said...

Sounds interesting. Is it a thriller or romantic suspense?

Mary said...

Wow! You've captured the domestic violence wheel to a 'T'! I would love to see where you go with this.

Janet said...

Looking forward to the next installment. You are dealing with some heavy issues. What market are you aiming this at?

Shelly said...

My pants are still on. Think I got a wedgy from sitting on the edge of my seat. Hope it has nothing to do with my butt getting any bigger.

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