Enough For Now

The cabinets rattled as she came into the kitchen, yanking open the refrigerator with reckless abandon, looking for something on which to vent her anger. The shelves were filled with beer, whiskey, wine, anything that could induce a drunken stupor.

She stood still for a moment then grabbed one of the beer bottles, her face expressionless to the point of sociopathy. Holding it carelessly she positioned it over the sink and brought her arm down in a punching swing that looked eerily familiar to the sane part of her mind. Beer flew everywhere as glass rained down with a clinking sound, like quarters in a jeans pocket. It sounded like rain in Arizona, the first droplets bringing blessed release, maniac smiles on the faces of even the most sensible people.

The girl pulled another bottle from the fridge, vaguely registering that this time it was whiskey. Smash! It shattered in rainbow patterns on the floor, her own personal mosaic. The whiskey was followed by wine, then another beer, then whiskey again. Slowly, methodically, she smashed every bottle in the house. By the time she was done the entire place rang with a tang that sent her stomach reeling and her shirt was stained a redish brown, dried booze instead of blood.

It wasn't enough. What she wanted was to see him on the floor, licking up every drop until his tongue was cut and bleeding. To hear him beg for mercy and to have her walk away from him, pretending not to hear. It wasn't enough, not by a long shot, but it would do for now.