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The final grip

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He tried to push me off the edge of the cliff, that's what he tried to do..... I am trying the grip it tightly, holding the boundary of the face of the rock face. The gravel from the cliff face, small pieces but sharp scrape by like daggers hitting the side of my face. I can feel the grass ahead of me which is mould and worn as my hands dig into it as I try to surface the face of the precipice.

I hang like a bat as I can hear the water beneath me slashing away as I clutch onto dear life, as my head spins looking at the sheer drop below me. I catch onto the grass but it tears beneath my hands like hairs as I am desperate to survive.

I had no idea that it was coming, he took me to the beach, it was a beautiful summer days and we were walking along hand by hand. The clouds above were darkening as the sky changed colour beyond as he walked to the edge of the cliff then simply pushed me over. I was startled as I hurtled but managed to grab onto one of branches that was on the side of the steep rock, as I could hear him scuttle away from the end.

He had been working late, always emails, employed for long periods of time. He had been away at several weekends, but I didn't tweak or think that anything was different. Was it another woman, was that it I thought as I hang there ...BASTARD I shouted as I held onto the end. My voice echoes around me without anyone to hear me as I slowly crawl along the cliff face.

I feel like a commando, I am not fit or have any upper body weight, but somehow I have the strength, will power to go forward for the cliff towards the flat surface. I slowly move forward whilst shifting my body towards the flat ground, whilst the sweat drips off my clothes and face. It takes all my efforts, breathe, to finally pull myself flat. I am on solid ground. I kiss the earth which is moist, wet but for me is everything as I lie breathing heavily.

As I lay there breathing, I vow for revenge, I vow to face him, haunt him I will make him believe that I am dead, that he succeeded. But I will make his life a misery in the shadows and this woman of his, how dare he I scream into the land beneath me. I will get my revenge as I lay in the grass breathing into in planning what I will do....



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