But I love Him

 

 

Corinthians (13:4-7) Love is patient and kind; it is not jealous or conceited or proud; love is not ill-mannered or selfish irritable; love is not happy with evil, but is happy with the truth. Love never gives up; and its faith, hope and patience will never fail.

 

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                “There are lacerations along her arms, legs and spine…

 

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                “But I love him,” The women persisted, clinging to the police officer’s blue sleeve with all the strength her weary body could muster. She was shaken off like no weight at all, and it wasn’t hard to see why. There was no meat on her pale body and scars that ran up arms uncovered by a pretty little yellow sundress hanging limply frame. A purple/green swelling persisted around her right eye and a similarly coloured blemish across the opposite cheek.

 

                “I’m sorry Miss,” The door of the black and white cruiser slammed in her face.

 

                “You can’t take him away from me! I love him, I love him!” Small fists beat on the metal exo-skeleton of the car’s frame, which was more effort, the officer thought, than she had ever exerted to prevent the situation. “But I love him!” she screamed after the retreating car.

 

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                “…Discolouration around the cheek bones from bruising…

 

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                “But I love him.” The woman persisted, shakily.

 

                “Mrs. Franich, the issue here is not whether or not you love this man, but if he hurt you.” The judge shook his head and the peroxide lightened woman and sighed inwardly. He had seen many of these women and these trials before. It was always the same, that no matter the beating- the woman would always claim and proclaim her love in front of the court before admit that it might be Him, not Her who was wrong.

 

                “But I love him, and he would never mean to hurt me.” Uncertain eyes were diverted from the man in question. “He would never hurt me, no, and if he did- it was because in some way I wronged him.”

 

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                “…The jaw is broken in two places on the right side, like it was crushed a constantly increasing pressure and not just one heavy strike…

 

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                “It’s a fractured arm, just keep it out of use for a few weeks and it will be as good as new in no time at all.” The doctor patted the blue sling with a small smile. “So how did you say you got this again?”

 

                “O…I fell down the stairs.” The woman tried a shaky smile of her own.

 

                “The stairs, this will be the second time in three weeks. You should see about putting some carpeting on those stairs Mrs. Franich.”

 

                “Yes,” a hesistation. “My husband will do something about it as soon as he…as soon as he comes…as soon as he can. Yes.” Another weak smile.

 

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                “…Tearing on the corresponding side of the throat, as if it someone had squeezed it into this condition…

 

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                “Mrs. Franich, it as been a long time since we have seen you at work! How is that arm healing?”

 

                The little blond averted her eyes and spoke to the ground. “Quite well, thank you.”

 

                “Well, grab a text book and we’ll head over to the Drama department. Mrs. Heaslip is most anxious to get your class of hellions of her back. Apparently we’re not all cut out for teaching…Miss Franich?”

 

                A pause passed between to two women. “I’m here to hand in my resignation I’m afraid.”

 

                Reg?”

 

                A pause. “I’m sorry, I’m going to have to leave you.”

 

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                “…The skin is blue, from suffocation…

 

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                “Good for nothing whore!” Slurred words and an unsteady hand threw her against the wall. “Arl…All I ask for is a hah, hot mearl when I get home! A hahrt meal…”

 

                “Yes. Yes, but it’s three o’clock…”

 

                “SHADDUP!” The limp body was thrown against the wall in a violent shove. “I wont me some food you stupid bitch, an’ I’ll have it nowl!”

 

                “Yes, yes.” She nodded at the ground uncertainly. “Yes.”

 

                Shaddup…”

 

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                “…There are signs of struggle and a blow to the head, but it was the suffocation that killed her…

 

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                “Mel…” An uncertain figure peaked out the peephole of her apartment at whatever person would be knocking at her door so late at night. “Oh my God, Melanie- what happened?”

 

                “I think I need a place to stay for a while,” Was her hushed, little whisper.

 

                Reg-“

 

                “I love him Lena, I love him…” She stumbled over her words. “…I need a place to stay.”

 

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                “Is that all?” The detective inquired of the coroner.

 

                He nodded. “A pretty typical case here; just another woman who got in over head- Though I will admit, this one was a little more grotesque than what we usually come across…”

 

                “Yes, we found this body at her sister’s place. The other women escaped to call us, but by the time we got there…”

 

                “…Yes I understand…I bet she said she loved him…”