M
y monster was a giant during a time that I was small. His words were venomous, and his eyes were smoldering reminders never to cross him. He was powerful, and respected. I was weak. And broken. He spoke well, and had heavy, steady hands. My voice shakes along with my body; quivering and quaking as I watch them place the handcuffs around his wrists. Mom turns, her eyes rimmed with red as she glares at me. She wears all black as she mourns the loss of her husband.
A hand squeezes my shoulder, and I smile at my attorney. “Well,” she says. “We did it.”
“What about her?” I ask, my eyes never leaving my mother’s.
She shrugs, “She moves away, far away from this place. Don't worry about her. She's to stay away from you.”
Sighing, I force a smile before standing.
She nods, escorting me to the door. Once we're outside, she turns me in her arms and hugs me. My body falls into the embrace. “Thank you, for everything,” I whisper, and she sighs before releasing me and grasping my arms.
“Us girls need to stick together.”