Writing Prompt 365: A Character is Climbing a Wall? Where there is Smoke...
The brick was like needles biting into the meat of my palms as I scaled the wall. There was only a slight ledge for me to grip on to, it didn’t help my fear of heights. The underside of my nails was filled with remnants of cement and the blood trickled down the tips of my fingers staining it in my wake. Something in my head screamed at me and urged me on.
“This is such bullshit,” I thought as I chastised myself for my own stupidity. How had I ever loved this man? The only good thing he had ever done was give me Dawn.
Slowly inch by grueling inch, I approached the end of my climb. There was light spilling from the cracked window, and I could hear the shrill cries that cut through the stillness of the night. Which only made me climb all the faster.
“Damn that bastard,” I growled under my breath remember not to bring attention to myself.
Then I found myself dragged back to this morning when he had thrown me out of my own home. Taking my baby and left me nothing but bruises and horrible memories. But tonight I would have the last laugh and he wouldn’t touch me or my child ever again. I peer in the window and sure enough, the dick was passed out holding a bottle of booze, the dark brown liquid was dripping on the floor creating a puddle in front of him, a lit cigarette in the other hand.
Pathetic, but it made my job here easier at least.
Lifting the window quietly, I stepped inside grimacing at the smell of piss and stale beer. I pulled my leather gloves on cursing myself for not putting them on before. I made my way to the crib and hushed the baby and found her car seat placing her there while I gathered our things and shoveling them as quickly as I could into the backpack that I had slung over my shoulder.
After that was done I look around the pitiful apartment remembering every traumatic memory that had taken place here, my little Dawn would never know that pain I experienced. I walk over to the kitchen and picked up a cast iron skillet and returned to stand beside the piece of shit. With a sneer, I swung with all my strength. Wack. He was definitely not waking up now. Almost immediately the cigarette rolled on the floor and flames drank up the liquor.
No one would care, and no one would know because this was the third fire in our apartment. I had always been the one to put it out but this time the baby and I had been out. I picked up the baby and ran to the car. I smile as I watched the flames grow. I had always told him where there is smoke, there was bound to be fire.
