Free Damsels in Distress by Nikita Lynnette Nichols Page A

the sink overnight?”
    â€œYes, I’m sorry.”
    â€œDo you know what the penalty is for leaving dirty dishes in the sink overnight?”
    Ginger’s dinner had made its way up to the bottom of her throat. She swallowed repeatedly trying to keep it down.
    Ronald used his thighs to spread her legs wider.
    More tears ran from Ginger’s eyes to her ears. “Ron, please. I’m sorry.”
    He rose up and plunged himself into her. Ginger hollered out when he tore into her flesh.
    Again, Ronald slapped the right side of her face. “Shut up!”
    He withdrew himself and plunged into Ginger again and again. She tried her best to keep quiet but couldn’t do it. Each time he entered her, she yelled.
    Ronald placed his hand over mouth and spoke directly into her nostrils. “I like this early morning lovin’.”
    Within one minute Ginger felt Ronald’s body stiffen; then he relaxed and fell down on top of her. “Was it as good for you as it was for me, baby?”
    He didn’t wait for a response. Ronald got up and left the bedroom. On his way out, he spoke to her. “I want that glass washed before you go to work.”
    Ginger leaned over the side of the bed and vomited on the hardwood floor.
    * * *
    The water in the shower was scalding hot. Ginger stood under the shower head trying to get Ronald’s scent off of her. She lathered her soap sponge and scrubbed her face, arms, and legs as hard as she could. When she rotated her private area with the soapy sponge, she felt intense burning. Ginger removed the sponge and saw blood then noticed streams of blood going down the drain. She rinsed her left hand free of soap and felt between her inner thighs. The slightest touch caused a shriek to escape Ginger’s throat. She removed her hand and saw it completely covered in red. More and more blood ran down the shower drain. Ginger stared at it in disbelief. She began to experience what felt like lightning bolts piercing her abdomen. The pain was so severe that it sent Ginger to her knees. “Jesus, help me,” was all she could say.
    Suddenly clots of blood flowed down her legs to her ankles on their way to the drain. “Not again, Jesus,” she moaned. “Please don’t take another baby from me.”
    Ginger stayed on her knees in the running shower crying until her uterus emptied itself and the pains subsided. When she felt strong enough, Ginger stood and washed her body.
    After the shower Ginger got a maxi pad from beneath the vanity in her bathroom, pressed the adhesive to the center of her panties and pulled them up to her waist. She dressed in a quilted nightgown covering her from head to toe then went into the kitchen to wash the glass.
    Ginger’s private area was so swollen and sore she had to walk back to her bedroom gap-legged. She started to apply cocoa butter lotion to her legs when her eyes were drawn to a photograph of her and Ronald smiling into each other’s eyes in the early weeks of their relationship.
    Ronald came into the bedroom carrying his jacket and keys. He walked to Ginger and kissed her cheek. “I got to make a run. Hit me on my cell if you need me.”
    Ginger closed her eyes and exhaled. Just the thought of Ronald touching any part of her body was repulsive to her. In her twenty-seven years on earth Ginger has been pregnant twice and not one child was evident to show for it.
    She sat on the side of the bed and thought about calling her doctor. After her first miscarriage at the mercy of Ronald’s hands, Ginger had begged her doctor to tie her tubes. Her doctor explained to her that a procedure that extreme couldn’t be done on a woman who didn’t have any children or on a married woman without her husband’s consent.
    It took Ginger eight years to shed the weight birth control pills put on her petite frame since she started swallowing them in her early twenties. She’d been birth control pill