BEAST OF A MAN- DOMESTIC VIOLENCE

It was barely 15 minutes past 6 AM. Raptly, I kept starring at my laptop thinking how best to craft the Final Conflict to this script that i must submit on Friday which also happens to be my birthday, simultaneously; my thought riveted to the class i'm billed to have later in the day with my screenwriting students on the topic: Conflict in Storytelling".

In that deep imaginative web, "help..." her scream echoes from the next flat, jolting me back to reality. Was she being slaughtered or....? My thoughts flashed countless stuff, then I heard her teary voice again "somebody help!" Martha was being tortured again by her beast of a husband.

Just in my briefs, I start out towards my door which was almost open, as I reached to open it; a figure bursts in,