Ezinne slept for almost 2 hours before getting up to cook, she was in the kitchen when Chukwuma came in. Her heart skipped when she heard the door, he was coming home early these days, it was until today that she realized that his coming home late and staying out of the house was more pleasant to her than his being home.
“Where is that bitch?” He came into the kitchen, his entire being was shouting danger.
Ezinne didn’t turn; her hands squeezed hard the knife she was using to slice the liver, which she had bought on her way home, from church. She waited for him to hit her from behind instead he grabbed her by the hair. The pain from the hair coursed through her and in a blinding moment of pain she swung her right hand at him. Turning to face him as she did. He was gripping her hair so tightly that she was bent over struggling with him. He was yelling at her for leaving the house so early without his permission and prostituting.
She hadn’t intended to fight back but her scalp was still hurting from the plait and he was inflicting more pain through the same hair. She fought to release herself from his grip on her hair with her left hand while her right hand slammed into his chest, the knife in her hand was forgotten and it went straight through his rib cage.
Her eyes were still shut as she struggled with him groaning in pain, she lost her balance when he left her and hit the fridge. She heard his groan and that was when her eyes flew open. The tears and pain blinded her for a while, when her eyes adjusted, she saw blood everywhere, her hand was bloody then she saw the knife protruding out of his chest.
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