Personal Narrative-Rebecca Martin's Baby

“Abigail” he calls sweetly as she opens the front door to their sullen home. She steps inside and the air instantly turns sour, the little voice in her head warning her not to go any further. She swallows her uneasy feeling and walks slowly towards his voice. She rounds the corner and sees him lying on the couch.
“Abby,” he says, the corners of his lips curling into a cruel smile, “what is this?”
Her eyes grow wide as she sees what he is holding and she shrugs quickly.
“Oh you don't know? It appears that it is an invitation to- let’s see- Rebecca Martin’s baby shower?”
She purses her lips into a tight line and watches silently as his rips the invitation into pieces.
“Pick that up and start dinner. I expect it to be ready in thirty minutes”
She leans down to gather the scraps and his voice cuts through the bitter air.
“You are not to talk to those irritable women again. You go to work and do your job, that’s it,” his voice drops to a
“I’m sorry baby. I really am. You know I’m just trying to keep you safe right?” She closes her eyes and leans her back against me trying to let his words soothe her jittery nerves. Just then she hears a bird’s cry and her eyes spring open as she remembers the dove. She pushes him away and cradles the knife she was still carrying. He grabs her arm and pulls her back still murmuring his false promises into her shoulder. She breaks out of his embrace, the blade of the knife dragging across one of his arms. She watches the skin turn bright red and freezes in fear. “Bitch,” he growls, annoyed that she could be so careless. His fingers meet her face, sending stinging pain through her jaw and she stumbles backwards, grabbing her cheek. The vision of the dove flashes before her eyes again and before she is aware of what she’s doing, she plunges the knife into his abdomen. She wrenches out the knife and scrambles towards the front door.
“Abby come back!” he