She limped toward the emergency tank attached to the window. She turned the tap.
She winced, squeezing her eyes closed as she waited for the blood to wash away. She tried to ignore the stinging and the noise still echoing the attack.
He’d gone off the deep end. He’d never done this before, but this was the last straw. She had to leave this farm, she had to get into the car and drive to a hospital. Maybe she could stay with her mother. But first she had to escape him.
The door slammed open, cross-hatched metal clanging loudly.
Prompt for Friday Fictioneers.