"You lazy dog, what do you do all day? Lay on the couch and watch Tv?" Then he slapped her. "I expect to have supper cooked when I walk in the door and sitting on table you lazy pig."
Three year old Tammy, said, "daddy please don't hit mommy." He spun around and kicked her so hard she slammed into the wall. She begin to cry in pain. Paula ran to her cuddled her in her arms. "It is cooked and ready to sit on table, yesterday you were late and it was cold and you hit me." She held crying, Tammy in her arms.
He yelled, "put that devils spawn down and get it on the table. You are nothing but a whore, was one when I met you in the bar and still are."
Not wanting to be hit again, Paula rushed in kitchen and sit the food on the table. He got a beer out of the refrigerator and stood, eyes glaring at her. Between gulps he mumbled, "you fat slut, at least before you had that brat I could tell tits from your gut."
Paula crying sit Tammy in a high chair next to her and coaxing her into stop crying and eating some potatoes. She hurt, her eye was puffy and her inside of jaw was cut, she could taste the blood. He sit down and dug in, eating like a hungry pig. He mumbled with gravy on his chin, "stupid whore, how many times do I have to tell you to use more salt."
This was not an unusual evening, but happens like clock work. When he was done he would shout at her to clean up the dishes as he sit in his chair and watched TV. Before she would get the table cleaned off he would yell bring him another beer. Tammy would be told to go to her room, but she so wanted to be loved by daddy. She would do as she so often did, approach his chair and say, "daddy I am sorry."
Tonight he would respond by throwing his beer can at her. "Get out of here, you'er just like her, a useless piece of crap."
Paula was at a breaking point. She had tried to leave him and every time he found her and dragged her back and beat her. She had, had broken ribs, tooth knocked out and hair ripped from her head. He would talk all sweet and nice around others, even her parents thought he was a saint.
Later she would put Tammy to bed, and try to hide and pretend to be asleep. He would go in, rip off her night gown and force himself on her, huffing and puffing and the stink of booze and grab her breast so hard they would be bruised. If there was any blessing, it was he would not last more then five minutes and then he would kill over and sleep.
She would get a shower and cry and go lay by Tammy. She had a ritual, she would beg God for help as she held her daughters sleeping head next to her.
Yet if there is a God he did not seem to hear or if he did, he not care.
It really is not a surprise she begin to think of ways to kill him. Yet she did not want to go to prison and lose Tammy. Tonight perhaps it was God or the devil but a idea came to her.
They lived on a few acres out side of town by about ten miles. A lot of wild life was around them and she thought she had spotted a rabid fox. If she could lure that fox into the garage and if that fox bit him. He would die slow and painful and that thought gave her joy.
The next day after he left for work she spilled the dry corn used to feed the chickens on the floor of the garage. Then she put the hens inside and left the door open. She tied a rope to the door handle and then sit up the ladder and climbed above the door and waited.
She was about to give up and worried about Tammy alone in the house. Then the fox rushed into grab a easy meal. She yanked on the rope and the door closed. She put the ladder back in the shed and the rope.
As she played happily with Tammy and started supper she prayed this was going to be the answer to her prayers. She was sitting the food on the table as he hit the opener on the garage door and pulled his pick up in. He hit the close button by habit soon as he cleared the door.
He never saw the foam dripping mouth, but he heard the snarl as the fox leaped on him from a corner. The fox bit him not once but three times before he knocked it away, she stood in the walk in door with the shot gun and shot the fox. Though she gave thought to shooting him, but knew she could not kill him. She reasoned it was the fox.
Cursing her, she helped him into the house and cleaned the bites and bandaged him. By the next morning he had a fever and said to call in and tell his boss he was staying home. She treated the wounds but not with any medicine, just gave him pain pills to put him asleep.
The bite on his neck showed infection first, she loved pouring rubbing alcohol on the wounds and hearing him scream. She waited a week, keeping him mostly knocked out by pain medicine and hauled him to town, too the one old Doctor. He told her it might be rabies and he needed to go to hospital.
She drove him the forty miles and they put him in and started the shots. The doctor told her as she sit holding Tammy in the waiting room it was not likely he would live. She prayed, oh God don't let me down. He didn't.
They gave him a nice funeral service. It was called a accidental death so his life insurance paid double indemnity giving her a hundred thousand. His company life insurance also paid off two hundred thousand.
She and Tammy are now happy. They sold the farm and she opened a candy shop in the city. Paula is dating again, a nice guy she met at church and he adores Tammy.
So was it God, or the Devil or just fate? Some say God helps them that helps themselves and maybe Paula learned that lesson.