Bethany looked down at the knife in her stomach. She bit her lip, breathed heavily, then heaved it out. She muffled her cry as best she could, then got out of bed.
Her nightie was drenched in blood. Her steps came slow and carefully. She entered the kitchen and stood at a hunch over the counter-top. She coughed up blood into the sink.
“How are you this morning?” Said her husband, eating toast at the kitchen table.
She looked at him, then returned to the sink and spat blood again.
He laughed. “Well, I feel better. Sorry about our little tiff earlier.”
She started to cry.
“I guess I got a bit carried away. All that talk about seeing other people,” he said, pausing to crunch the toast in his mouth. “It kinda just makes me jealous.”
She swallowed, and stared at the window. It was still boarded on the inside, and hidden behind blinds to the outside.
“I need… treatment,” Bethany finally managed.
Her husband walked over to her. He stood behind and wrapped his arms around her, then licked his tongue into her ear. “Treatment’s right here, baby.”
“No,” she said. She tried to push his arms away, but she lacked the strength. “I need… hospital.”
He stepped back. “I thought we were done discussing this? I thought you agreed it was best not to see other people?”
She sobbed and sniffed. “It is… it is. I just… Just for a little. Just so I don’t die.”
He laughed again. “C’mon, honey! You know I can’t trust you with that! What’s gonna happen when they start asking questions?”
Bethany’s lip trembled. She glanced down at her wound. Still bleeding profusely. She needed to break free. Or else she would die.
Part 2, Coming Soon!
– Thomas M. Watt