I awoke groggy and confused. Something wasn't right, had my pillow fallen on the floor? Sitting up gray morning light blinded me and the memories flooded back with such force I felt them on a physical level. Pain ripped through my body and an inhuman moan escaped my blood red lips.

Not only had the memories of the previous night come back but I found myself reliving the abuse that my husband had so cruelly bestowed upon me throughout the years. Another moan escaped my chest full of pain, hate, and misery. I was past the point of crying, tears no longer existed. In that moment I spied the bloody snake like whip and something inside me clicked. Like someone pulling the trigger of a gun. Unbelievable anger overcame me, anger that had been shut away for ages.

I stood unsteadily adrenaline coursing through my veins. This was the final straw. I may be broken both physically and mentally but I had a mission. Slowly I turned and made my way up the stairs one step at a time. I grew stronger as I made my way closer to His bedroom in His house. I was going to make him suffer in hell, were he belonged. A terribly insane smile crossed my face as I bent down and grabbed the large torn section of my dress and I ripped it off smoothly so my dress hardly touched my knees. I casually threw the ruined piece of material over the stair's railing and it fluttered noiselessly to the floor, covering the whip.

Crossing the hall I felt no pain only joy that He was finally going to die, going to pay for all my lost years. A laugh escaped my raw throat sounding more like a quiet scream. I stumbled to the door of His bedroom and leaned on the doorknob, my body shaking with the hysterical giggles of a mad woman. I finally turned the doorknob savoring the moment as the door softly opened. My chest heaved as I made it towards the bed were He lay. As my hip brushed His night table I turned toward it and picked up a heavy decorative vase I had given him once as a present.

"Honey" I whispered in a sing song like voice as I stood above Him, "insanity isn't nearly as bad as they say." I raised the vase above my head; finally I can end this I thought and as I began to bring the vase down upon Him strong arms grasped me throwing me away from the bed. I fell with a soft thump the vase landing in my lap, my vision swimming.

"Now Cheri I thought I told you to bring him to me not kill him yourself."