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“Don’t try getting up,” Cass yelled. “You’re a piece of shit, Simon, and I’ve had it.”

The man she once loved and respected lay injured on the kitchen floor, his blood painting the brilliant white of the kitchen units. His groan and the smashing of another plate echoed that morning’s violence. Her foot kicked out at his face, shielded by his hands.

“I’ve put up with your beatings for too long,” she continued, “Now you’re going to learn what pain is.”

Cass kicked him again, this time aiming for his genitals.
Her heart pounding from the workout, she brushed a strand of sweaty hair from her face and looked down at her pathetic fiancé.

“You’ve abused me for the last time.”
Working off her rage, she kicked the shattered debris across the floor and then turned to him.
“All my life I’ve been labelled weak. Do I have a target pinned to my chest? What gives people the right to terrorized me?”
Cass kicked him, just to get a response. “It’s over. Do you here me? You’ll never lay a hand on me again. I’m going to be treated with the respect I deserve. Be fearful, Simon, because I’m going to make sure no one stands in my way and God help them if they do.”

Cass turned away and headed for the bathroom; leaving Simon on the floor lying in blood.

Allowing the water to run cold before splashing it on her face and neck, she looked up into the mirror and smiled.
For the first time since his abuse began, Cass didn’t have a mark on her face. She stared hard at her reflection, not believing that she wasn’t seeing a swollen, bruised eye or a bleeding lip.

The chains that had kept her bound in a darkened cavern draining her strength and will away had finally broken. It was a defining moment for her. Cass, the tough bitch, had been set free.

Waiting until she felt calm enough to face him without wanting to smash his face in, she then walked back into the kitchen. Broken plates and food littered the floor. Simon sat propped up against the kitchen cupboards with his head slumped forward. She felt no remorse, just hate. A hate so fierce it was threatening to explode. She knew she had to walk away before she caused him any more damage.

“Now who’s pathetic,” she spat. “Get your arse off the floor and clean up this mess, then you can go and order dinner. I’m not cooking tonight.”

The words had just spilled out of mouth, yet she felt elated. It was as though another person had said those things. She liked the new Cass.
‘From now on, people will listen to me,’ she vowed.

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