Woman Abuse… And A Bowl Of Rainbow Cereals.

Hey! I’m sorry it’s been a while since I visited all your blogs, but because of my birthday my everyday schedule has been… disturbed and I need a few more days to get back to my routine.

Anyway, here’s this week’s Picture it & Write:

colourful cereals and baby

Everything has an end. But Lyna wished her childhood had never ended.

She stared at the little fat and chubby baby. Skin pink. Eyes glowing. Up at her. Smiles exchanged. Laughs.

She had called her Diana. And right at the moment, Diana was in a big bowl filled with colourful cereals. She was so small that Lyna had found it amusing. She knew that it wasn’t the right thing to do; she was skipping breakfast because of that, and she knew that her husband hated that she did such silly things.

Such childish things.

But Diana loved it.

Lyna knew that these little moments in the morning, before her husband would wake up and start bullying her, were the most precious moments of her days, and also her courage to wake up everyday and face the world.

She could not die. Not now. Not now that she had a beautiful little girl. She could not be selfish. It was her duty… and will to protect her baby and raise her up unlike her parents did to her. She would make sure that Diana would be well educated and would strive for a life directed by herself, on her own, having choices, and living for happiness. She would never force her to marry at 16 or stop school at 13 to work in the fields.

And most of all, she would make sure that Diana would keep her childhood untainted.

“Stupid whore! What are you doing??”

Lyna froze as her ears exploded with the harsh echoing voice of her husband behind her. She did not even notice the blow coming right after that.

His hot palm thrust her to the ground. The shock vibrated throughout her whole body. Her arms were burning while they had tried to soothe her fall.

Cries. Diana was crying. Shrieking.

“Silly woman, now make that thing stop! STOP NOW!”

The shrieks grew even louder.

To her horror, Lyna heard the painful music of shattering glass and falling cereals.

She jumped to her feet. Where was Diana? The bowl was broken into millions of pieces. The rainbow of cereals were crushed.

And he was gone.

Suddenly she heard faint sobs. She looked down. There she was! Under the table, safe and sound. Still under the shock, Diana was struggling to stay silent but could not help the tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Oh my darling,” Lyna murmured as she picked her up. Thank God, her baby had nothing broken!

She then stared at the wide opened front door. No, she could not live like this, nor let her daughter remain in such a home.

No, at night, when the man would come back, drunk, she and Diana would be gone. Forever. She knew that she could do it. She knew how to find a job, how to live on her own. She had learnt… in secret. And now was the time to put her knowledge into practice.

But… in the end where would she go?

An Evil Nymph.

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15 thoughts on “Woman Abuse… And A Bowl Of Rainbow Cereals.

  1. WordsFallFromMyEyes says:

    ‘Thank God her baby had nothing broken’ – loved that! πŸ™‚

    Happy birthday! I didn’t realise. Delicious picture of dessert!

  2. WordsFallFromMyEyes says:

    I hit send too soon…. I like this because it’s a strong story. I beg, ache for all women to escape this kind of harm. Some men even hunt women down at women’s shelters and continue to destroy. God knows how, why. I truly wish for women to be beyond this.

  3. Island Traveler says:

    I pray for her , her baby and the same victims around the world. I pray that they will have the courage to fight and ran away from abuses. I pray that they will find the help they need and that they can rebuild their lives again. As for the abusers…they need to be locked forever!

  4. eof737 says:

    Sadly, many continue to suffer abuse in this beautiful world of ours… May all find peace on Mother’s Day!

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