R U T H
JACOB.
He was in front of me.
In front of my eyes.
I wanted to scream.
Shout.
Self-defence. I remembered every video of self-defence I had seen over the years. The hand moves, the tackles, the best way to strangle him and run away but nothing made sense.
My brain felt like a whirlwind, with many, many thoughts running through my head.
I'm stronger.
Stronger than this.
I had prepared for this all my life, and I'm not letting this man change anything.
I was aware of my surroundings.
This was my house, my friends, my family.
If he even lays a finger on me, I could cut it off and even get away with it. Self defence wasn't a punishable crime.
"Ruth, hi," he barely whispered. Hi? Did he just say hi?
I tried concentrating on his face while evening my breath and blocking th
