"Rosie"

“Rosie”

By Cody Williams

 

1.

            Rosie slowly stepped out of her car and stood up as straight as she could. She slammed the door shut behind her and then placed her hand over her lower back. Rosie began to sob. She remembered what happened the night before very well. Her husband, Jack came home a good two hours after he was expected. Dinner was ready sitting on the kitchen but was cold. Henry, their five-year-old son had already eaten and was in his bedroom working on his homework for Ms. Smith’s kindergarten class.

            “Where have you been Jack?” Rosie asked him when he first stepped foot in the trailer. She didn’t need to ask this. She knew damn well where he was judging how he had a bottle of Jack in his hand and could barely stand up.

            “Out.” He said simply. Jack walked into the kitchen as he held onto the furniture he walked by so that he could stand up. He hit the bottle of whiskey under his t-shirt hoping that his wife hadn’t already seen it.

            “Just out huh?” Rosie asked. She pulled up his shirttail and grabbed the whiskey bottle. “What’s this Jack? What the hell is this?” She asked as she held up the whiskey bottle to his face.

            “What? I don’t see anything!” Jack said. The much too strong sent of whiskey on his breath made Rosie pull back and tuck her nose under her blouse. He walked by his wife and walked over to the crop pot that the now room temperature.

            “Damn it to hell Jack! I thought you were through with the drinking! You’ve been dry for two weeks now haven’t you?” Rosie asked as she shouted at her husband. Jack, in a daze, giggled and shook his head.

            “Go look in the hall closet!” He told her. Rosie stopped for a moment and walked by him to the hallway and opened up the closet door. There were cardboard beer cartons scattered around with a pyramid of beer cans staking high to the sealing. Rosie’s mouth dropped open and then she walked back into the kitchen.

            “Jack. Did you drink all that beer this week?” She asked him shocked. A strange expression came over Jack’s face as he struggled to stand up.

            “I don’t have to answer to you!” Jack said as he let out a big smelly belch.

            “Jack! You promised me! You promised Henry that you would stop drinking!” Rosie shouted.

            “Hey, lay off of me Rose alright? Just lay the hell off!” He said. Rosie continued to shout at Jack. Jack covered his ears and began to back away from Rosie.

            “No Jack! You listen to me! You have to stop drinking! I’m not just going to stand aside and watch you drink yourself to death in front of our kid!” Rosie continued.

            “Shut up!” Jack said as he pointed his index finger at Rosie.

            “No! When are you going to grow up? When are you going to be the father to Henry that you need to be? When are you going to be the husband that you promised? When do the hollow promises stop? You always promise, but never put forth any effort to be a better man!” Rosie continued.

            “Shut up!” Jack shouted as he grabbed black wooden baseball bat that he liked to call Teddy, and swung it through the air on her hip. Rosie shouted grabbed her hip in pain and then fell down to the floor on her hands and knees. Jack put the bat back up in the air and swung it back down repeatedly on her lower back and hip area. Rosie fell down to the floor and covered her self with her hands.

            “Move ‘em! Move ‘em Rosie or you’re gonna lose ‘em!” He shouted out. Rosie moved her hands and Jack hit her a couple more times before he finally placed the bat down on top of the refrigerator and sat down at the table. “Why do you always push me Rose? Why do you make me do it?” Jack asked as he lit up a cigarette.

            The memory of this brought a tear to Rosie’s eyes. She shook it off and lifted her head from the hood of the baby blue Trans Am she drove slowly hobbled up the steps and through the front door of the trailer.

 

2.

            When Rosie walked inside she could hear the sound of Henry crying.

            “Shut up you stupid little f**k! Shut the f**k up!” She could hear Jack shout out. Rosie shut the door behind her and quickly waddled to the kitchen.

            “Jack! What the hell’s going on in here?” Rosie asked Jack. There were several Jack Daniels bottles and Budweiser beer can scattered through out the kitchen. The refrigerator had been colored on and Henry sat in front of the refrigerator sobbing as he held his arm. Jack held the baseball bat to his side and turned around to face Rosie.

            “The stupid little f**k drew on the refrigerator! I was just giving him a taste of his own medicine.” Jack said. He turned back to face Henry and lifted the bat back into the air.

            “No!” Rosie shouted as she grabbed his arms to stop him.

            “Let go Rose! Let go if you know what’s good for you!” He shouted. Rosie continued to struggle to hold him back. Jack swung the bat striking it across Rosie’s face. Rosie fell down to the floor and tears filled her eyes. “Fine you want it take it!” He said with a sick smile on his face. He placed the bat back on top of the refrigerator “Rose, get off your lazy fat a*s and clean up the mess your son made. God, I’ll never forgive you for giving birth to him. Jack walked back into the living room to sit in his recliner.

 

3.

            Rosie cleaned up the last little bit of crayon from the refrigerator and threw the sponge into the sink. She slowly rose to her feet and looked over to Jack passed out in his recliner. She picked up a pair of scissors and held them tightly but then placed them back on the table and exhaled.

            ‘No more! I have to take care of this!’ Rosie thought to herself. She looked to her left at Henry’s bedroom door. ‘But I can’t do it with him in the house.’ Rosie quietly opened the cabinet trying her best not to wake up Jack, and pulled out a silver pot. She turned on the faucet and filled the pot full of water and placed it on the stove eye. Rosie turned on the stove eye and then walked over to Henry’s bedroom. She quietly opened the door and walked inside.

            “Henry. Honey. Are you awake?” She asked. Henry was lying in his bed with his back towards the door. Rosie slowly pulled down the covers. The arm that Henry was holding before was covered in deep blue burses but didn’t appear to be broken. Henry slowly opened his eyes and looked up at his mother.

            “Mommy?” Henry said.

            “Shh!” Rosie said as she placed her index finger along her lips.

            “Why did Daddy try to hurt me?” Henry whispered to his mother. A tear rolled down Rosie’s cheek as she gently strokes his head.

            “I don’t know.” She whispered.

            ‘But he won’t be able to much longer!’ Rosie through to herself quietly. Rosie bent over and picked up her son and walked out of the bedroom. She quietly walked through the kitchen, into the living room, and out the front door.

 

4.

            “Come on honey! We’re going over to Aunt Shirley’s!” Rosie said as she walked across from her trailer to the one that here sister sat in. She walked up the stairs and knocked on the front door. The door opened and Shirley stood there. She knew why they were there. Shirley stepped aside and Rosie walked in and placed Henry down on the sofa and covered him up. Shirley walked by and motioned towards the kitchen. The two walked into the kitchen and Shirley poured them both a cup of coffee and sat down at the dinner table.

            “Another fight with Jack honey?” Shirley asked her as she took a sip of the steamy coffee.

            “Yeah. I was always able to overlook it when it was me. When it was me being hit. Henry needed a father, so I bit my lip and didn’t say anything. But when I walked in the house today and Henry was sitting on the floor crying hysterically and Jack had a baseball in his hand, I don’t know. Something snapped.” Rosie said.

            “What are you going to do about it Rose?” Shirley asked. Rose said nothing for a moment. But she knew. She knew what she had to do. Rosie took another sip of coffee and placed the mug back on the tabletop.

            “I’m gonna kill him.” She said. Shirley just stared at her for a moment.

            “Do what you have to. I’ll watch Henry.” Shirley said. Rosie reached over and grabbed her sister’s hand.

            “Thank you!” Rosie said. Shirley nodded and stood to her feet and walked out of the trailer.

 

5.

            The stairs creek as Rosie limped up towards her and Jack’s trailer. She closed her eyes and slowly opened the door hoping that Jack would still be passed out in his chair. He was. She quietly closed the door behind her and walked through the living room into the kitchen. Steam rose up from the pot of boiling water. Rosie turned off the stove eye and reached into the tool cabinet above the refrigerator and pulled out a medium sized hatchet. She tucked it away in the front pocket of her apron and then grabbed the pot by the black handles and carefully carried it over to Jack. Rosie stopped and thought for a moment, but then decided to proceed.

            “I want you to see this come you abusive b*****d.” Rosie whispered. She quickly poured the boiling water over Jack head threw the pot onto the ground. Jack woke up al at once and stood from his chair while grabbing his face. Rosie reached into the pocket to grab the hatchet and raised it high in the air.

            ‘Do it now! Do it now!’ She could hear a voice shout inside her head. But she couldn’t do it. She froze. Jack uncovered his blister-covered face and looked at Rosie angrily.

            “You stupid fat b***h! Do you see what you did to me? You really thought you had what it took to kill me? Man, you really are as stupid as you are fat!” Jack shouted. He snatched the hatchet from her hand and pushed her up against the wall and held it to her throat. “Now you and the little f**k are finally going to get what you all deserve!” He shouted. Jack pressed the blade of the hatchet up against her throat and began to cut. Small drops of blood began to drip from the cut and Jack smiled at the sight of it. He continued cutting little by little until he heard a gun shot in the background. A bullet pierced his skill and blood ran from the bullet hole. Jack fell to the floor, he was dead.

            Rosie grabbed her throat and began to breath heavily. She looked over to the front door at her sister Shirley as she stood there with a revolver in her hand. Rosie smiled and walked over to her and hugged her. She looked back at Jack’s lifeless body.

            “Why don’t you get off of your lazy fat a*s and clean up that pool of blood when you get a chance Jack. You stupid son of a b***h!” She said. Rosie looked at her sister again and smiled. Satisfied.

Copyright 2014 by Cody Williams
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Author's Note

Very little to with the paranormal and very realistic...but still suspenseful and terrifying. Thanks for reading! I hope everyone enjoys it!

-CW

Reviews

[Sharon Kim]

I love the ending! I'm glad she's rid of him!

I'm not sure you need the first few lines. It seems to start off as a flashback. In my opinion, it stands on its own and that very beginning part doesn't add anything. The story could start with Rosie in the kitchen and Jack coming home

Another great story Cody!

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for reading Sharon!

-CW

[Sharon Kim]

:) My pleasure!

[SmittyJas]

Great read Cody lovely tale of abuse and revenge two sister's with blood on their hands. Stupid b*****d got what he had coming. Victory for the sister's Justice served.

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for reading Smitty!

-CW

[Nia Hope]

Shirley has to be one of the best sisters ever! I liked it and its cool that you are deviating from your paranormal usual :)

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for reading Ankara. I do distance sometimes, but I always find my way back.

-CW

[Rose Diamond]

Haha, very good choice in character names :P

This story was amazing, and for the most part, very realistic. Some of the dialogue seemed a bit "staged" to me, as though they were actors reading lines instead of people living their lives, and some grammar/punctuation errors made some parts a little bit confusing. All in all, I thoroughly enjoyed the story, your writing style is very unique and engaging! Keep it up! :)

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for reading...Rosie. lol

-CW

[Nidheesh Sankaran]

I liked the way you put up that story......... nice work buddy!!!!

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for reading!

-CW

[NoelHC]

A serious subject, and a good premise. You moved the story along well. You know the rest I am going to say already, grammar, typos, as pointed out by Jack w and KLG.

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for reading Noel!

-CW

[Jack Wolfe]

First off Jack drinking Jack, Sounds familiar.

Rosie (slowly) stepped out of her car and stood up as straight as she could. She slammed the door shut behind her and then placed her hand over her lower back. Rosie began to sob. (omit needless words and avoid adverbs.)

Rosie stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut. She placed her hand on her lower back and winced. She began to sob.

on the kitchen but was cold. (table)

He hit the bottle (hid)

crop pot (crock-pot)

that the now room (that was now)

This is starting to sound reminiscent of 'The Shinning'.

The drunk abusive husband, the women who gets fed up enough to kill. She's entitled to that rage, and I'm sure it built over time, but the ending, the sister appearing to save the day is 'Deus ex machina' an author's trick to save the day. Overall its an entertaining tale, still suffering from grammatical errors though.

I hope this helps.

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for reading Jack! It does help.

-CW

[Dayran]

Good work CW ... a straight portrayal of a domestic situation ... that takes away the haunt of fear about our childhood experiences. I think its particularly significant when we realize that as kids we ... are in these situations totally helpless ... and simply run away in our minds. Well done ...

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for reading Dayran!

-CW

[J. K. Beach]

Cody-- I enjoyed this one I must say... though it's sad that its a subject that must be written about it at all. You told the story well with only the words and scenes that mattered. I expected the pot to just burn up and start a fire, but the twist worked really well, I think. Just a couple of typos... I see KL got here ahead of me... anyway... 'hid the bottle' instead of hit, 'bullet pierced his skull' instead of skill, and 'stairs creaked' instead of creeked; there was one more, but I couldn't find it when I went back looking for it--but all just little bitty things. Good bit of writing! Keep 'em coming...

[Cody Williams]

Thanks JK! I really appreciate your input.

-CW

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. A gripping story of a broken home and abuse from alcoholism. So true and it happens every day. The woman could not tolerate his abuse of himself and her along with the child. Her sister saved her life and I felt the relief to that...Excellent...:)..........

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for reading Sami!

-CW

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome....:).......

[Sami Khalil]

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