On the edge
‘F*ck of you stupid bitch! I’m gonna smash your face in if you do that again.’ They are both simmering. Have exchanged snipes at the table. Peachy did start it. I knew it was dangerous. I watch as they go into the kitchen together, on the prowl, looking for more food. Peachy is muttering, knowing he is inflammatory. She drops a yogurt on the floor by mistake. He towers above her, making sure she knows she is smaller and weaker.
I am there. ‘If you touch her, I will call the police. You are not going to speak like that in this house. If you dare to attempt any violence, I promise you I will call the police.’ I mean it. Absolutely. I am afraid of him. I don’t care if he is taken from us. In fact, I would be grateful. I don’t know how to handle him. I never have. He and Sunny are well beyond me and I long for them to be gone from our home.
‘You never would,’ he spits back over his shoulder as he skulks upstairs.
I tell Beloved and he says, ‘I have no idea what to do.’