The peace I longed for

His eyes burned with an anger I knew only too well. As soon as he tasted the soup, his face contracted into a grimace of disgust.

-It's salty, damn it! You're an idiot, you don't know how to do anything! -he shouted, slamming his fist on the table and rising angrily.

A rain of fists fell on me, blinded by his rage. I did nothing to defend myself, I was used to such outbursts of violence.

Finally, he stopped, panting. She poured herself a glass of juice and gulped it down, oblivious to the bitter taste that washed over her.

Slowly, I felt my consciousness blur. As my eyes closed, a faint smile tugged at my lips. This time, my revenge had been perfect.

He hadn't noticed the bitter taste of cyanide.

When I woke up, he would be gone. Maybe then, at last, I could find the peace I longed for.