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His Wife

By Jenny All Rights Reserved ©

Drama

Blurb

Anna could remember the love her parents shared. The silky, smooth voice her father addressed her mother with, the soft fondness her mother emanated. This all started when she died. Anna was 6. "It's fine," she would tell people, "It was a long time ago." But it wasn’t fine. Her father’s voice was still silky, still smooth - but his warmth was gone. It wasn’t fine. Her mother was dead, brutally ripped away from their family. But... “It’s fine. It was a long time ago.” It was a long time ago.

His Wife: A Short Story

He’d gone too far this time. She laughed at herself bitterly. This time, she thought. No, he’d gone too far the day he bought her that first dress. He’d gone too far the day he first bleached her hair. The day he changed her diet. The day he changed her name.

“Joanne! What are you doing in there?

The question reverberated through her mind. What was she doing? The darkness had enveloped her. The fading light of the evening sky gilding the edges of her room in pale shadows.

“We aren’t finished!”

And we never will be, she thought while her eyes were glued to the bluish sky just outside the window.

“Joanne!”

She moved towards it on her knees, slowly and gingerly.

“Joanne, please. Please sweetheart.”

She scowled at the name that passed his lips- a name that fit like a wedding ring on a child’s finger. She placed her hands onto the glass pane of the window. A girl with pale skin and bleached hair stared back at her. Her beautiful dark hair already starting to push itself out through her roots, despite having only re-bleached it a few weeks ago. Her sapphire eyes looked herself over in disfavour through her thick eyelashes, watching her slowly disappear as the window slid up.

There was silence for a moment.

For God’s sakes Joanne – I’m sick of this fucking shit!”

There was a loud pounding on the door and a sudden rush of wind.

His usually silky voice changed into a jagged, cutting screech fading away.

His silky voice.

She could remember when he spoke to her mother in such a silky, smooth voice. Such warmth in his tone as he gazed at her. Her mother always had more of a soft fondness in her tone – a quiet happiness. This had all started when she died. Anna was 6. “It’s fine,” she would tell people with an expert smile “It was a long time ago”.

But it wasn’t fine. Her father’s voice was still silky, still smooth - but his warmth was gone. It wasn’t fine. Her mother was dead, brutally ripped away from their family. But “it’s fine. It was a long time ago.” It was a long time ago.

“Y’know, your mother used to wear dresses just like this. You look so much like her, Anna...”

His hand gripped her shoulder, the lace sleeve scratching her skin uncomfortably.

It was shortly after that when he had the idea.

“Stay still sweetheart, please.” Her eyes stung and watered, turning the bathroom sink and the mirror reflection of her father into a painting of vague shapes and colours. His hands raked through her hair, spreading the foul liquid through her roots. She watched as her mahogany tresses were washed away, leaving instead a flaxen mane.

After that, she stopped going to school. She was home-schooled. She wasn’t allowed to go outside, because she had to be pale. She took supplements instead. Vitamin D, Slow Release Vitamin C, Zinc, Iron and Vitamin B1.

Then her diet was altered. Her mother had been very thin. She was allowed a small breakfast, with which she could take her tablets, and a healthy dinner. She couldn’t be eating lunch, she’d never lose weight if she were to snack all day like some hungry pig.

Then she had to brush coconut milk through her eyelashes to make them thicker. Olive oil through her hair. Aloe-Vera and lotions and oils to smoothen her skin. Sugar and Vaseline to her lips to make them soft and supple. Almond oil to her nails so they would quickly grow to the correct length. The list never ended.

And then there was an hour ago.

When her father came home from work. He pushed the door open tiredly, and looked at Anna as she was descending the stairs.

Her hair golden, her skin soft and pale, her posture perfect, her late mother’s skirt trailing her movements. His wife was back. Love filled him as he gazed at her, a small smile gracing his lips, until his eyes caught something. His lips twitched.

No. His wife’s figure – her waist not thin enough, her hips not wide enough. The slim waist his hands would rest on when he would kiss her, when they danced together on their first date, when they made love - this was not his wife. His wife died. His wife was ill. His wife had left him.

Why did she leave him? She had hurt him so much. Every day was filled with pain in her absence. He needed her. Why? Why would his wife leave him alone like this? He couldn’t live without her and she knew that. She knew that. But she left him. Why did she leave him? The room spun and confusion and paranoia began to descend upon him. He reached out to rest against the wall.

“Simon?” the world stopped for a small moment. Everything was still and he slowly looked up.

No.

This was his wife. How could he doubt her? What a terrible thing for him to do. His wife would never leave him, of course this woman stood before him was his wife. His wife just needed her waist fixed.

She just needed his help – that’s all. She just needed her help. He would help her.

“Simon?” Anna wasn’t allowed to call her father anything else.

“Simon, what are you doing?” she asked, watching as he jumped into motion rushing towards the kitchen. She followed him stopping in the doorway to see him rummaging through the drawer. A drawer she knew held the kitchen knives, spatulas and ladles. She watched as he withdrew a knife. She took a few steps forward and called his name again.

A whimper escaped her lips as she saw him turn, not to the counter top to make or cut something, but towards her.

“S-Simon...” she moving back, bumping the table as she did so.

He moved towards her, a reassuring smile on his face that did little to reassure her.

“Don’t worry, baby – I’m gonna help,” his silky voice left burns in her mind, warning her.

In one swift movement, he hoisted her up onto the table and lay her down. She fought to get up, but her leg was caught between his hip and the chair.

He lifted her shirt up, exposing her pale belly and offending waist. She froze. He followed the line of her ribs down her side, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He dragged the algid blade down her side, the cool edge shifting slightly as it passed over each rib – not cutting her, yet.

Short breaths escaped her as she tried not to move.

He reached the end of her ribs and her skin dipped to accommodate the pressure of the foreign object on her side. He stopped. And brought the blade back up to the end of her ribs and then with ever so careful precision, turned the blade, breaking her skin and revealing a rouge tear, which slid down her waist.

Anna cried out as her father cut into her side, blood spilling onto the table. She tried to hold her body still, despite the agony erupting from her side, to prevent her father’s hand from slipping and opening up her organs.

He angled the blade and cut into her side, removing the unneeded flesh. And then, a few inches before he reached her hip bone, he turned the blade so that it was angled towards the outside of her body once more. He cut along her side, getting closer and closer to the edge of her hip and finally broke skin the second time.

Once the knife broke away from her body, Anna screamed. Finally releasing her pain into a shaken sob.

“Don’t cry, Joanne. I know it hurts, but you’ll be all better soon, baby.”

All at once, her anger and fear and desperation fuelled through her, powering a strong kick to her father’s stomach. He fell back and the knife caught his other arm. He yelled as she pushed herself up from the table and stumbled out of the room, clutching her side – blood streaming down her arms and across the floor. She crawled up the stairs. Her father got up from the kitchen floor and ran out into the hall, all the while calling out her mother’s name.

Tears blurred her vision, but she managed to tumble into her room and slam the door shut. She locked it and listened as her father thundered up the stairs.

She dragged her bed feebly from the floor with one arm. Slowly pulling it across the floor towards her. She finally lodged it between her wardrobe and hamper, in front of the door.

“Joanne! What are you doing in there?

The question reverberated through her mind. What was she doing? The darkness had enveloped her. The fading light of the evening sky gilding the edges of her room in pale shadows.

“We aren’t finished!”

And we never will be, she thought while her eyes were glued to the bluish sky just outside the window.

“Joanne!”

She moved towards it on her knees, slowly and gingerly.

“Joanne, please. Please sweetheart.”

She scowled at the name that passed his lips- a name that fit like a wedding ring on a child’s finger. She placed her hands onto the glass pane of the window. A girl with pale skin and bleached hair stared back at her. Her beautiful dark hair already starting to push itself out through her roots, despite having only re-bleached it a few weeks ago. Her sapphire eyes looked herself over in disfavour through her thick eyelashes, watching her slowly disappear as the window slid up.

There was silence for a moment.

For God’s sakes Joanne – I’m sick of this fucking shit!”

There was a loud pounding on the door and a sudden rush of wind. His usually silky voice changed into a jagged, cutting screech fading away. Her colourless tresses billowed behind her as she fell. Tears blurred her eyes, turning the oncoming traffic below her into a painting. A painting of pretty colours and shapes. Lights changing and flickering below her. Growing larger and larger.

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