As dawn approaches, Angel’s heart begins to pound. John will soon awaken. She’s stared into the darkness for hours contemplating her options. She’s terrified of John. His violent outbursts have become more than she can handle. She needs to get away from him. She steels herself against the apologetic lovemaking that always follows his outbursts. Their relationship has become little more than a cliché. The alarm clock sounds.
John rolls over and takes her in his arms, strokes her breast, and mumbles. “Sorry about last night.”