"Do Not Fear"
Even though this is fiction, we might relate to this woman who experienced a small but significant miracle from an Angel in her time of greatest need.
"Do Not Fear, I Am With You My Child "
She hid behind her clothes inside the closet. His footsteps she could hear, as he got closer and closer. Silently she prayed to herself,
"Dear Father in Heaven, please don't let him find me!"
Avery made a promise she would never allow him to beat her again. Some months back, she had placed a butcher knife in a shoebox and had hidden it at the bottom of the others in her closet. She knew one day and very soon, she would, she must use it.
Even as a child, she had played in her closet with her toys. She played dress up, and pretended to live in a Fairytale world with Fairy's, and such like creatures. She always felt safe there & inside it, she lived in a peaceful world. No one could ever harm her there. But now she was married, this was their house, and now this was her closet that she came to for safety from his beatings.
As she held the knife in her hand, it felt cold to her grip and the blade of it she had sharpened. Suddenly, the door flew open. He stepped inside and shut the door behind him & shouted at her,
Avery, I have you now!" "You can't hide in your own little world, your closet anymore!"
She cringed at his voice and the smell of his stale whiskey breath sickened her stomach. He stood taller to her than he actually was. She felt like a little girl playing hide and seek from a Monster. Yet this was not hide and seek. No "Olly, Olly" could be heard. Only the sound of her shortened breath and the pounding of her heart. This was her husband. This was the man that promised to cherish her.
He promised to love her till death do they part. But the alcohol that he loved more was driving him to abuse that love and now it was him or her that would live or die.
Suddenly the closet light went out. Pitch black surrounded the both of them. She felt someone's hands on her shoulders from behind. How could this be, Avery thought to herself. He couldn't have possibly slipped behind her. Then a whisper in her ear and a soothing voice she heard,
"Do not fear Avery, I am with you my child."
Within that instant, a blinding & blasting red light hit Avery's eyes making her close them. When she finally did open them, she saw that her husband was stretched out and laying on the floor of the closet.
His tongue, eyes, and hands had been severed from his body. Her mouth opened to scream and no sound came forth. She stepped over her husband and ran from the closet to the living room. Picking up the phone and instinctively punching in the numbers 911, she found the number 9 button would not work.
She tried and tried, again and again she punched, but she couldn't get it to dial out. She lay the phone down and in total exhaustion, slumped into the chair. She sobbed aloud and began to cry obsessively. As she took the back of her hands to wipe her tears, she again felt fingers and hands lay on top her shoulder. The same soft voice, deep and
soothing said,
"Do not fear Avery, I am with you my child."
Avery turned to see, but she saw nothing, no one. The room was empty. She stood up, walked slowly back to the master bedroom, and into the bathroom. The door to her closet was wide open. She stepped up to the door and peered inside and her husband's body was gone.
Running to the light switch on the bathroom wall, she clumsily flipped the switch. Turning around, she walked to the closet to again see if her eyes were mistaken. Again, her eyes flew wide open as she looked at the empty floor. "Where was he?", Avery said aloud.
She walked over to her bed and lay back on the satin comforter. As she looked up at the beautiful crystal chandelier, tears ran into her long blond hair. Her mind drifted to a time as a child, playing quietly inside the safety of her closet. She fell into a deep sleep.
"Avery honey?, have you seen my blue striped tie?" "I can't find it anywhere!"
Her husband's voice woke her from what she thought was a nightmare. All she could think was, my husband's voice,
"MY HUSBAND'S VOICE!!" "He's alive?"
Avery sat up startled. Leaning to one side, she looked in the bathroom and there was her husband in front of the mirror. Shock flew into every pore & blood vein in her body as she winced in fear. He was there, in the flesh, alive! She watched him as he continued getting dressed and as he brushed his hair, he turned to her and smiled and said,
"Honey, I'm going to be late for my Sermon." "Could you help me out here Babe?"
As Avery walked slowly by him to go to his closet, he grabbed her, pulling her close and into him. Her body tensed & she froze inside the the soft crush of his arms. He kissed her cheek & softly said,
"I love you Avery, my angel."
His breath didn't smell as it always did on Sunday mornings. His body didn't wreak of the alcohol he had consumed the night before. His eyes weren't bloodshot from staying up till the wee hours as he drank himself into a stupor. Avery was so confused, but her body now melted & relaxed in his arms & she replied as she always did,
"I love you too Mike."
**********
Many years have passed since that horrible night and not a day has gone by that her husband hasn't treated her as a Lady, as his treasure, as his wife, and as a compliment. He expresses his love to her as God said and meant it to be. Everyday, her husband never fails to call her his "Angel" or tell her how beautiful she is and how much he loves her. And not another drop of alcohol has been bought nor can be found inside their home.
Sometimes Avery looks at the scars on her face, her arms, and her legs. She tries to figure out all the why's, all the how's, and who the hands belonged to that so soothingly touched her in her closet. Now when she goes into her closet, she hangs her clothes up, or picks out her clothes. She walks out and shuts the door. Then she reopens it
to look down at the floor. Stepping away, she silently says to herself,
"Do not fear Avery, I am with you my child."
~~~~~~~
~Blujdj~
10/6/07
She hid behind her clothes inside the closet. His footsteps she could hear, as he got closer and closer. Silently she prayed to herself,
"Dear Father in Heaven, please don't let him find me!"
Avery made a promise she would never allow him to beat her again. Some months back, she had placed a butcher knife in a shoebox and had hidden it at the bottom of the others in her closet. She knew one day and very soon, she would, she must use it.
Even as a child, she had played in her closet with her toys. She played dress up, and pretended to live in a Fairytale world with Fairy's, and such like creatures. She always felt safe there & inside it, she lived in a peaceful world. No one could ever harm her there. But now she was married, this was their house, and now this was her closet that she came to for safety from his beatings.
As she held the knife in her hand, it felt cold to her grip and the blade of it she had sharpened. Suddenly, the door flew open. He stepped inside and shut the door behind him & shouted at her,
Avery, I have you now!" "You can't hide in your own little world, your closet anymore!"
She cringed at his voice and the smell of his stale whiskey breath sickened her stomach. He stood taller to her than he actually was. She felt like a little girl playing hide and seek from a Monster. Yet this was not hide and seek. No "Olly, Olly" could be heard. Only the sound of her shortened breath and the pounding of her heart. This was her husband. This was the man that promised to cherish her.
He promised to love her till death do they part. But the alcohol that he loved more was driving him to abuse that love and now it was him or her that would live or die.
Suddenly the closet light went out. Pitch black surrounded the both of them. She felt someone's hands on her shoulders from behind. How could this be, Avery thought to herself. He couldn't have possibly slipped behind her. Then a whisper in her ear and a soothing voice she heard,
"Do not fear Avery, I am with you my child."
Within that instant, a blinding & blasting red light hit Avery's eyes making her close them. When she finally did open them, she saw that her husband was stretched out and laying on the floor of the closet.
His tongue, eyes, and hands had been severed from his body. Her mouth opened to scream and no sound came forth. She stepped over her husband and ran from the closet to the living room. Picking up the phone and instinctively punching in the numbers 911, she found the number 9 button would not work.
She tried and tried, again and again she punched, but she couldn't get it to dial out. She lay the phone down and in total exhaustion, slumped into the chair. She sobbed aloud and began to cry obsessively. As she took the back of her hands to wipe her tears, she again felt fingers and hands lay on top her shoulder. The same soft voice, deep and
soothing said,
"Do not fear Avery, I am with you my child."
Avery turned to see, but she saw nothing, no one. The room was empty. She stood up, walked slowly back to the master bedroom, and into the bathroom. The door to her closet was wide open. She stepped up to the door and peered inside and her husband's body was gone.
Running to the light switch on the bathroom wall, she clumsily flipped the switch. Turning around, she walked to the closet to again see if her eyes were mistaken. Again, her eyes flew wide open as she looked at the empty floor. "Where was he?", Avery said aloud.
She walked over to her bed and lay back on the satin comforter. As she looked up at the beautiful crystal chandelier, tears ran into her long blond hair. Her mind drifted to a time as a child, playing quietly inside the safety of her closet. She fell into a deep sleep.
"Avery honey?, have you seen my blue striped tie?" "I can't find it anywhere!"
Her husband's voice woke her from what she thought was a nightmare. All she could think was, my husband's voice,
"MY HUSBAND'S VOICE!!" "He's alive?"
Avery sat up startled. Leaning to one side, she looked in the bathroom and there was her husband in front of the mirror. Shock flew into every pore & blood vein in her body as she winced in fear. He was there, in the flesh, alive! She watched him as he continued getting dressed and as he brushed his hair, he turned to her and smiled and said,
"Honey, I'm going to be late for my Sermon." "Could you help me out here Babe?"
As Avery walked slowly by him to go to his closet, he grabbed her, pulling her close and into him. Her body tensed & she froze inside the the soft crush of his arms. He kissed her cheek & softly said,
"I love you Avery, my angel."
His breath didn't smell as it always did on Sunday mornings. His body didn't wreak of the alcohol he had consumed the night before. His eyes weren't bloodshot from staying up till the wee hours as he drank himself into a stupor. Avery was so confused, but her body now melted & relaxed in his arms & she replied as she always did,
"I love you too Mike."
**********
Many years have passed since that horrible night and not a day has gone by that her husband hasn't treated her as a Lady, as his treasure, as his wife, and as a compliment. He expresses his love to her as God said and meant it to be. Everyday, her husband never fails to call her his "Angel" or tell her how beautiful she is and how much he loves her. And not another drop of alcohol has been bought nor can be found inside their home.
Sometimes Avery looks at the scars on her face, her arms, and her legs. She tries to figure out all the why's, all the how's, and who the hands belonged to that so soothingly touched her in her closet. Now when she goes into her closet, she hangs her clothes up, or picks out her clothes. She walks out and shuts the door. Then she reopens it
to look down at the floor. Stepping away, she silently says to herself,
"Do not fear Avery, I am with you my child."
~~~~~~~
~Blujdj~
10/6/07
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