He pulled her back up to a sitting position; he hit her. He hit her several times. She felt the pain. The pain shocked her, halfway out of her numbness. Something in her awoke. Something in her wanted to fight.
He backed off to curse and came at her again. This time she was ready for him. She aimed a kick at the only place that could do enough damage to make him stop. It hit him in his groin hard, and he recoiled back, falling over the coffee table, and hitting the floor with his back.
Sophia half crawled, half stumbled out of the living room into the kitchen. In the kitchen, her legs buckled, and she landed on her hands and knees. The drink and the sandwich churned in her stomach. They came up her esophagus and poured out of her mouth, running down her chin and landing on the floor and her hands. It was liquid warm, and chunky.
Sophia sat back on her heels, rubbing her hands on the linoleum, trying not to breathe in the smell. Then she heard him again. He was screaming, screaming at her, telling her that he would kill her.
She was on her feet, moving once more. Sophia was at the back door and out of it before he got to the kitchen. She fell off the back stoop. It was starting to get dark. The sun was behind the hills but had not set. She began to crawl again. She headed towards the woods. She had to get to cover and fast.
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