V. that Amber was watching. She watched in horror as he got up and went to the fridge. She heard a chilling hiss come from the kitchen, hoping that he was opening a Coke. To her dismay she saw the beer clutched in the very hand she feared. He sat back down to watch T.V. Amber went into another one of those flashbacks that she has so often, and gazed at the T.V. as her vision went fuzzy.
This time she was in the courthouse, getting married to Hank. In retrospect, she always believed that this day would be the happiest day of her life. Her life seemed to be full of these little fallacies. Hank was by her side, reeking of cheap booze and sweat. This would become an all too familiar smell. They both signed the papers and they were legally married. Soon after Hank left to go back to work, she went into the bathroom and began to cry. Her misery was stifled only by the love for her unborn child. She wiped her eyes and headed back off to work. Her father owned a successful auction house and she helped with appraising some of the less valuable items.
Amber was jerked back into reality as Hank crushed his beer. He set it on the table along with the rest of them. He turned to her and said, "Oh yeah, I almost forgot, you have to come with me Friday night to this party at my boss" house.".
Her father had pulled some strings and gotten him a job at an accounting firm. Hank didn't know that she had asked her father to get him a better job. Hank had never liked her father. Amber suddenly remembered she had already made plans with her friend Connie. "I"m sorry but I can't I've already made plans with Connie," she replied, and for a split second she was proud of herself for sticking up for herself. .
For a drunk, Hank was very fast. Amber pulled back but it was too late. His fist hit her with such force that it knocked her out of her chair. Her face was numb, but the pain would come later. It always did. She stayed down for a while, in shock.
