I breathe in an inner peace that has been missing since the day I married. How quickly I had transformed from radiant bride to cowering wife. Your fists and words struck body and mind. The days blurred together with bruises and regret. It was over now. I was no longer broken.
My fingers stroke the burn on my arm from the iron. I recall the satisfying crack it made against your skull as I finally retaliated. Bone and blood splattered over the half-pressed shirt. White became crimson.
I may be confined to a cell now, but I finally feel free.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt.