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  • Writer's pictureChad Coburn

The Knock

A knock on my window changed my life within a blink of an eye. Despite being exhausted, I gathered what strength one can imagine in the middle of the night to pull myself out of bed to check out the noises coming from my window. It is my husband, drunk like always. I turned on the lights and quickly grabbed my rain coat; we are in a middle of a storm. My husband seemed to act different than usual.

With many questions rushing though my head, I assisted him into our house. He started to mumble to himself once we got indoors, and I did not know what to make of such a situation. As he stumbled his way into the bedroom to pass out for the night, I walked in our bedroom to turn off the lights and get into bed myself, but that was before I saw the last few drops from his beer bottle. I picked it up and was about to pour it down the sink when I realized it had no smell, which sounded alarm bells in my head. I went ahead and drank the remaining drops from the bottle. Not only was it water, but it had someone else's lip gloss all over it.

I then heard my husband storm into the kitchen, screaming at me for taking his bottle, still acting drunk in the hope that I had not realized what had happened. Within the blink of an eye, my husband was knocked out on the floor with the shattered beer bottle surrounding him. I dialed the police to inform them about everything, and the next thing I knew I was in the back of the police car.

​A knock on the window has changed my life within a blink of an eye.

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Tanner Riche-Coburn
Tanner Riche-Coburn
11 de abr. de 2021

I love this story!!!

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