Hold It

No, hold it, please! She begged. Then, blow after blow of punches hit her body,  crushing her body and her spirits.

He said he loved her, yet treated her with hostility. Every time, a fight erupted without any sign, when she mentioned something that was the least provocative. He would punish her, beat her until his wrath was all spent and he would leave her weeping in silence.

Two hours passed.

Her tears had long been dry. She thought over and over again. All that had to come to an end. He was sleeping, shirtless，only in a brief, like a child. His muscles were all relaxed, and his chest was pulsing to his heartbeat 

She packed a few of her stuff, and left with a half-filled luggage bag on her back. She had had enough. All those four years of misery.

Walking in the street, her footfalls were at first heavy,  but after quite sometime, became light. She was leaving that place. And facing her was a dawning light.