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son's concern as she tried to focus the whirling
of her vision and quiet the erratic heaving of her stomach. She
could feel her legs going to jelly underneath her as she struggled
to stay conscious of her surroundings.
    "Momma!"
    When her legs could hold her no longer she felt her knees hit the
dusty, dry ground. Her shoulder hit hard against the inside of the
doorframe as she lost her grip and whimpered in confusion and pain.
She heard Garrett crying and running before she could only focus on
her unsettled stomach and heavy breathing. Her head pounded so
fiercely against the inside of her skull she was afraid it would
split at any moment.
    A callused hand took hold of her behind the back of her neck and
terror coursed through Lindsey's entire body. She knew he would
kill her this time, that he would be so furious there would be
nothing to hinder his drunken rage. In desperation she gathered up
what strength she had left and pushed herself away from him,
driving her elbow back into his stomach.
    He yelped in pain and cursed at her as she struggled to crawl away
from him. She could feel him reaching down for her again and the
terror was so complete she screamed. When his hand came in contact
with her shoulder she turned and smacked at his face as hard as she
could. Her hand came away slick with his blood, but it did not
deter him. He jerked at her shoulder and caught at her waist as he
slowly pulled her to her feet. Screaming Lindsey brought her knee
up to his groin and fell away from him as he released his hold on
her with a shriek of pain.
    Sobbing Lindsey pushed herself to her knees and then her feet.
Finding strength she didn't know she had she ran towards the house,
weaving in her dizziness. The door handle turned under her hand and
she pushed it closed and locked it as her heart tumbled in her
chest. Taking in shaky breaths she turned and hurried as quickly as
she could for the back door, grabbing hold of furniture to steady
her progress. She was several steps away from the door when it flew
open and the shadowy frame of her husband entered angry and
cussing.

Turning on her heel Lindsey raced for the stairs, taking them as
fast as her feet could carry her. The only room in the house with a
solid door was the master bedroom on the third floor. She could
hear his heavy footsteps behind her as he followed her up the first
and then second flight of stairs. Screaming Lindsey slammed the
door to the master bedroom and was trying to lock it when he banged
against it. The door flew open forcing her backwards to tumble onto
the floor.
    Panicking Lindsey crawled to the window seat and pulled the seat
up, removing the double barrel shotgun from its rack underneath.
Turning she leveled it at her husband's chest. She would kill him
first.
    "Don't you fucking come any closer!" She screamed between
her hysterical sobs. "I'll kill you, you lousy son of a
bitch!"
    "Its not loaded." He responded with an angry growl. He
took another step closer.
    Lindsey squeezed her eyes shut and pulled the trigger. The empty
sounding click brought a new flood of terror to her body.
    "I told you," he said pulling the gun away from her
shaking hands. He took another step towards her and Lindsey threw
her hands over her face to protect herself from the oncoming blow.
His foot only pushed her aside as he leaned over the window seat to
put the gun back in its place.
    "The next time you want to kill me," he growled pushing
the top of the window seat back down and grabbing her by the arms
to pull her to her feet until she was inches from his face. "Please
tell me about it first."
    "Marcus?"
    "Who the fuck else do you think it is?"
    Lindsey let out a sob of relief and threw her arms around his neck,
nearly knocking him off balance.
    "Oh god Marcus, I'm so sorry! I thought it was him. I could
have sworn it was him!" Suddenly her legs went weak and
Lindsey felt him picking her up into his arms before she could
fall. She felt him carry her down the stairs until