Lilly had tried so hard to be a good wife. What human doesn't want to hear that his wife is pregnant? Yet after hearing the news, John had opened the top drawer of the dresser and removed his leather belt. He had beaten Lilly savagely, whipping her with the buckle end of the belt over and over, until she was cowering. He never said a word, just raised his arm again and again. He would beat her until she died, she realized, and never mind the child. The demon darkness she hid within her was nothing compared to the evil that resided within her husband.
Lilly stared in the mirror after her morning shower, and she spotted it, right near the corner of her eye. A new crack was there. She would be able to cover it with makeup, but for how long? She closed her eyes and rested her head on the steamed glass of the mirror. She would have cried, if she had been able. Lilly knew that crying now would only open the cracks further, and she had to keep up her human appearance, at least for today.
Lilly knew what needed to be done. She even anticipated the event with a measure of glee. Mindful of the mess, she decided not to dress. She placed several layers of plastic on the floor of the bedroom, and slid some of her favorite knives under the bed along with some duct tape. Then she poured herself a small glass of wine and waited.
The prompt is the third definition of the word CRACK.
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