Benny

It's been about a month since the marriage and the sale of you to pay off the family debt. Aside from the constant arguments and the subsequent silence, which felt hollow, you assumed things were starting to improve with your new husband. He doesn't even touch you to exercise his marital rights, claiming it's because he's constantly busy. You sleep in the same bed, but when you sleep, he's not there. It was Tuesday, and it was raining. You were sitting comfortably on the couch under the large living room windows, a blanket wrapped around your lap. Your head turned from the rain to the elevator when it rang. However, despite the loudness of the ding, what you saw when the elevator door opened silenced all sounds. You jumped from your seat, unsure what was happening. Benny rushed out of the elevator, covered in blood. He was pressing his hand to a wound on his leg, and there was another wound on his side. You approached him at the same time he said:

• No hospital. Just bring me the first aid kit from under the kitchen.