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The Dream Catcher

Qandeel is a hobbyist writer, a qualified Engineer, a part-time teacher and a full-time homemaker. She loves to read, write, cook & travel.



The deep silence woke her up. It was pitch-black and she could not hear anything except the persistent dripping of the leaking tap in the washroom. She smelled of stale sweat and realized that the fan was not working. She slipped her hand under the pillow to get her mobile phone. She checked the time on the lock screen with half-closed eyes. It was 1.00 am and the silence meant he was not back yet. A mixture of feelings rushed through her: relief, uneasiness, despair. She knew it was going to be one of those nights.

Outside, a car door slammed and she jumped up. She hastily reached for the bedside lamp to switch it on. Her hand brushed against something made of thread and feathers - the dream catcher. It was a gift from her late mother. "It is to keep the bad dreams away", her mother had warmly explained. If only she knew that it wasn't the dreams that scared her.

Her phone beeped to warn her of a dying battery but she simply ignored it and ran downstairs to get the door. He was back and he hated to wait. She raced down the stairs and was almost there when he knocked loudly. At once, she unbolted and opened the door. He stood there dressed in a navy blue suit which was now severely wrinkled. His white shirt was halfway unbuttoned and his messy brown hair looked messier. He held a bottle of Smirnoff in his right hand and his briefcase in the left. He pushed her aside and entered the house. He staggered towards the sofa and glanced at her with his bloodshot eyes. He was clearly very drunk.

For a minute he struggled to remove his shoes. "Why are you up so late?" he slurred.

"I was waiting for you. Who would have opened the door for you if not me?"

He glanced over at her, a stormy expression on his face. "Always a smart mouth.. must be busy with one of your special friends.."

His steely tone was enough to make her aware of what was coming next. "You are not in your senses right now. Please let me help you Adam.."

He stood up suddenly and slapped her hard across the face. He held her hair in a ruthless grip and brought her face near his. A whiff of hard liquor met her nostrils and a mad rage danced in his beautiful blue eyes. "Don't tell me what to do! You piece of sh*t! Bringing you here was a favor I did to your loser father.. You will help me?". He laughed with such malice that she felt a shiver run down her spine.

"Let me go Adam, you are drunk", she whimpered. He slammed her head on the floor with such force that she tasted blood in her mouth. With a dizzy head, she tried to move away from him but even in this state he was stronger than her.
"You think you can disrespect me? Your husband? I will make sure you regret the day you were born!" He shouted and kicked her in the stomach. Her vision was blurred as she twisted in agony. Her wounds from last week were not completely healed. It was just the beginning of his outburst and she was the only one to face his wrath.

"It's all because of you! They fired me from that damned company.. you have ruined my life.. brought me nothing but your bad luck!" He unfastened his belt and smacked her back repeatedly. She cried as an excruciating pain shot through her body from where the buckle struck and resulted in sharp cuts. "Please..stop!" She begged in a feeble voice.

"I'll stop when you are dead, you good-for-nothing...." He spat on her face. He climbed over her while yelling obscenities and strangled her with hands that smelled strongly of cigarettes. She choked and tried to loosen his grip around her neck. He had gone insane and she felt closer to death with each passing second.
She splayed her hands across the floor trying to get hold of something. Anything. Suddenly she got hold of the cold, empty bottle of vodka and she knew this was her last chance. She swung the bottle with every ounce of existing energy in her and smashed it on his head. A brief cry, a dull thump and silence.

She sat up gasping for air and watched in horror as he laid unconscious in a pool of his own blood.

Adam was dead. She had killed him.

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