Jenny hugged the shawl that was draped around her shoulders. As she gazed blankly out of the window at the rain, she caught herself not breathing and inhaled sharply. The tears ran down her cheeks as the rain ran down the window, and for a second, it felt like the clouds shared her pain.
She instinctively touched the cut on her forehead as she thought of Robert, but then shook her head to dissipate the thoughts. There was a knock at the front door, and she looked up, startled. There was another knock and her hand fell from her forehead and covered her mouth. A third knock, more insistent than before, caused her to rise from her seat and slowly make her way over to the door.
She tentatively opened it a crack and gasped at the sight of Robert, standing there soaking wet. ‘No!’ she screamed as she threw her whole weight behind the door to close it, but Robert had jammed his foot between the door and the frame. Over and over, she slammed the door, but he wouldn’t budge.
Jenny looked into Roberts eyes and saw a lifelessness that she knew so well. He grinned as he barged open the door, sending her sprawling to the floor. As he crossed the threshold she scrambled to her feet and ran towards the kitchen. Robert walked after her, leaving water-stained footprints in the carpet.
When he got into the kitchen Jenny was standing in the corner holding a knife, ‘why are you here?’ she screamed. ‘You know why,’ he repeated in a flat monotone voice.
She lunged at him, which he dodged, grabbing her hair as he did and throwing her against the oven. She hit her head on the corner leaving a gash that spilt blood all over the floor. He towered over her and as he bent down to pick her back up and she stabbed him in the stomach, twisting the knife as she did.
After it was all over, the police had come and gone. The supportive friends and family had cleared their conscience, the rain had started again. Jenny hugged the shawl that was draped around her shoulders and gazed out at the rain as she touched the cut on her forehead. Then there was a knock on the door, then another, then a third – more insistent than before…
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