Flee

She waited for him, hidden in the darkness.

The stark truth of what was to come.

A feeling of intensity permeated the air.

The floor boards creaked. His boots thumped over them.

Chilling and cold were his actions and there was no reason,

To believe tonight would be any different.

His hands were rough and cold, his breath was stale and pungent.

The smell of beer and cigarettes clung to his clothes.

She was used to it, it had always been the same.

Sometimes she prayed it would stop but redemption never came.