You Don't Know ToughLady you sit there and think you're tough?You Don't Know Tough2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Live a day with an abusive drunk and tell me tough.
Have someone threaten to kill you and tell me tough.
You don't know tough.
You sit there, behind your shiny desk and you think you think you know what's going on. You look at me and see the product of a broken home. You think I'm scared. Well I am. But not of him.
Never of him.
Because I've stood toe to toe with the monster.
I've held my ground and gripped a phone tight, 911 already dialled, waiting for the push of a button. I've stepped between them, when his hand was raised to strike. The marks it left are my Badge of Honour. Because I'm not scared of the bruises or the pain.
I'm scared that some night he'll go too far.
I'm scared some night the next punch will be the last. That the damage done will be the last little push needed.
I'm scared that on that night I'm not going to be able to step between. That the threat of police won't be enough. I'm scared that on that night I'm going to lose