The bubbling pots warned tirelessly that the water was already boiling, a pile of broken dishes lay on the floor like a murderer lying in wait or like the innocent fatal corpses of an unjust war, meanwhile Fatima, cut onions with a masterful use of the knife like a master, perhaps the result of the anger she carried inside, anger of being so kind and foolish, which in her head boiled more than the water in the pot.
Hidden under a lock of hair she had a black eye, a common fatal wound from the nights when Carlos came home drunk, after having cheated on her, he would hit her so that she would not complain about the miserable life she was leading, she only did it once, but it was enough for him to unload his anger unjustly against Fatima from then on.
While cutting the onions she took the opportunity to spill the tears she had inside, but without even resembling each other, only she fooled herself thinking that this way she would endure a little more, she did not leave the house, and the lock of hair was only to cover the wound of herself, she had reached a point where the most disappointed person, was herself.
Carlos is about to get up, the night before and without a drop of shame he arrived with his lover and was with her in the guest room while Fatima was crying in the matrimonial room on the 3rd floor; in the early morning when Carlos went to the room where Fatima was when he saw her crying he hit her and told her that she had no right to feel bad, since she had agreed that he was her owner, and worst of all, he was not drunk.
Fatima was tired and exhausted with no more power; she realized that he did not love her, nor did he love her, nor did he value her and that he beat her for pleasure, but the fear that ran through her body prevented her from doing anything; she could only wait for the day when everything would end. While Fatima was immersed in her thoughts, Carlos had already gone down to the kitchen and sitting in the dining room was shouting to Fatima to bring him breakfast quickly, and a cup of coffee with 3 spoonfuls of sugar and a shot of whiskey.
At the third shout from Carlos, Fatima came to, and that made her cut her hand for which the blood started to come out, but that moment was the same one in which Fatima's limit was marked, and as if a different person took over her body, Fatima picked up her hair, and taking the knife she stuck it on the table in front of Carlos, he tried to get up, but Fatima's decisive look weighed on him like a concrete block, since in her eyes there was not a single sign of fear.
Carlos was frozen in front of an exhausted Fatima, with a look so imposing that it was impossible for him to react, and while a long drop of blood slid down the long edge of the knife, Fatima, looking fixedly at Carlos, said to him:
-Today is the last day you will set foot in this house or on earth, I only give you those options, you get out of my sight now or I help you.-.
Carlos was macho and abusive, but he was only like that with those who were weaker than him, in reality he was a coward, so when he realized that he was at a disadvantage against Fatima because she was determined and in a more advantageous position, he quickly got up and ran away leaving everything behind.
At that moment, Fatima called the police and a lawyer, and obtained an arrest warrant against Carlos and a restraining order. After this, Fatima's body collapsed, so she was taken to the emergency room and was in a coma for 3 days, the emotional pressure she suffered that day, was almost the end of her life. After being discharged she returned to her own home, due to the lawsuit and that the evidence of domestic abuse was evident in the trial, she kept all the assets.
But even though she returned to the same house she was no longer the same, she did not have to erase memories of that house, that day, she had exhausted all essence of her former self and now she was a new person and her whole future was a victory in her life that she would never waste again with someone who did not value her.
