The Great Escape
It was Erev Shevuos.
I was used to being alone in my apartment.
M did not allow me to have any relationship with friends or family. He wanted me isolated from the world. At first I did not listen to him, and I invited my sisters to my house. But the consequences of disobeying him were huge, and it was not worth the sacrifise.
For some unknown reason (Yad Hashem) this Yom Tov M said nothing when I asked him if I could invite my sister to stay for Shevuos.
Yom Tov was mostly uneventful. (actually that is not entirely true, because he hurt me very badly during one of his sex raids - [sodomy]- he did it while my sister was sleeping in the room next door, and told me not to make a noise otherwise she might hear what he was doing)
The next day M, my sister and I were sitting at our small table eating lunch.
All of a sudden M exploded- he began to yell and curse about the food I had prepared.
"You are a stupid incompetent woman! Why are you serving me dog food?" he raged.
I stared at him in horror.
I had managed to keep his behavior secret from my sister, but now she was witnessing my humiliation for the first time.
As soon as this happened my sister sprang into action.
She ran for the phone and called my mother.
"Come quickly!" She shouted into the phone
"Something very bad is happening in this house, you have to come and save us".
Ten minutes later my parents drew up outside my apartment.
At the precise moment that my sister opened the door for them, M grabbed the baby.
He ran into his Kung Fu classroom, (which was in actual fact our dining room).
The walls were covered in swords and knives of all shapes and sizes.
He stood facing us, legs apart and holding the baby in front of him almost like a shield.
He must have realized that his game was over, because as soon as he saw my parents he told me in a quiet voice; "You can go with your parents, but the baby is staying with me"!
I stood rooted to the spot and stared at him in horror.
The urge to rush towards him and fight for my baby was strong, but I knew how futile of an exercise that would be and that I was no match for his well trained body.
Everything happened very quickly after that.
My mother told me to pack a bag and take as much as I could. My father took M into a room to talk to him. (M followed like a lamb- to this day I dont understand how he became so meek in a matter of minutes).
He left the baby on the floor of the room, and with one hand holding a garbage bag full of baby clothes, I grabbed my daughter.
"Run!" my mother shouted.
And run I did.
I scrambled into the car and slammed the door locking it soundly,
A moment later both my parents and my sister came running out of the house.
They jumped into the car and we sped away.