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beating steadily against my chest. I’m lucky he didn’t hurt me or do something worse! And now, I have no one to run to. I have no one to talk to. No one to confide in about my own damn stupidity. I’m alone, and I’m scared. And it is all my own fault.
The worst part of that entire experience was the fact that after leaving that scumbag’s house, I had to go and pick my children up from school. Shaking and panicked and in absolutely no condition to take care of them. Not only did I feel like a giant piece of shit, but I felt even worse because I know I literally could not function as a parent that moment in time. As soon as I got home and set them all up with a snack and homework, I retreated to my bathroom, locked the door and cried. Which is where I find myself now. Curled up in a ball on my bathroom floor, crying hysterically for being so fucking dumb.
How did I think I could actually get away with doing something like this? How did I ever think any of this was a good idea? Oh, that’s right. It’s called desperation. It’s called nowhere else to turn. My phone rings and I ignore it. My text tone goes off and I ignore it. Once, twice, three times, and someone is blowing my phone up. I want no part of it. I don’t want to talk to anyone when I am having a breakdown like this.
I wipe away my dripping mascara and stand eyeing myself in the giant mirror over the spacious double sinks. His and hers, I insisted on when we bought the house. This house… that is the problem. This life… that is the problem. The lies I live on a daily basis… is the problem. I’m not over everything that has happened despite all the lies I’ve told myself. My phone rings again, and looking down at the number I don’t recognize it. I take a deep breath in and answer, pretending I haven’t been crying.
“Hello?”
“Madeline?” his voice is deep on the other end, sending a chill through my body. I don’t need to ask who it is, because I could never forget his voice. Not in a million years.
“How did you get my number?” I ask Brian, even though I know it is a really stupid question. A man like him could track anyone down.
“I put my number in your phone as well, when you were sleeping. I figured by now you would have realized it, but I guess not.” He lets out a chuckle and I’m just not amused. Nothing could bring me to laugh or even smile right now. And he wants to chit chat.
“It really isn’t a good time right now, Brian.” My voice trembles and a stray tear falls onto the vanity.
“You’ve been crying,” he says, as I sniffle into the phone line giving myself away.
“I appreciate your concern, but I really don’t want to talk right now. I’m sorry.” I’m trying to end the conversation, but I don’t think he is going to let me.
“Something happened to you, didn’t it?” I nod, as if he can see me. Silence fills the phone line, and I can hear the tone of his voice change. “Madeline, tell me.” He is stern and demanding. I want to tell him. I want to spill everything to him, but I can’t get a word out over the lump in my throat. I’m trying to hold my tears back, but they are just flowing like a river now. The only thing in the world that could fix any of this is Brian, and he is a stranger to me.
“Madeline, hang up the phone and text me your address. Now. I’m on my way there and I won’t take no for an answer.”
“But… my children…” I whisper into the line, as I take a seat on the floor once again.
“Your children will be fine. I’m coming over there to take care of a friend . Text me your address now.” The phone line goes dead and I just stare at my phone wondering what I should do. I don’t want to upset him. I know he is probably running to his car right now, getting to me as fast as he can. I don’t want him to be my knight in shining armor. I don’t want him or any man to save me, but for once I think I need to let my guard down and let him. I got myself into a
The worst part of that entire experience was the fact that after leaving that scumbag’s house, I had to go and pick my children up from school. Shaking and panicked and in absolutely no condition to take care of them. Not only did I feel like a giant piece of shit, but I felt even worse because I know I literally could not function as a parent that moment in time. As soon as I got home and set them all up with a snack and homework, I retreated to my bathroom, locked the door and cried. Which is where I find myself now. Curled up in a ball on my bathroom floor, crying hysterically for being so fucking dumb.
How did I think I could actually get away with doing something like this? How did I ever think any of this was a good idea? Oh, that’s right. It’s called desperation. It’s called nowhere else to turn. My phone rings and I ignore it. My text tone goes off and I ignore it. Once, twice, three times, and someone is blowing my phone up. I want no part of it. I don’t want to talk to anyone when I am having a breakdown like this.
I wipe away my dripping mascara and stand eyeing myself in the giant mirror over the spacious double sinks. His and hers, I insisted on when we bought the house. This house… that is the problem. This life… that is the problem. The lies I live on a daily basis… is the problem. I’m not over everything that has happened despite all the lies I’ve told myself. My phone rings again, and looking down at the number I don’t recognize it. I take a deep breath in and answer, pretending I haven’t been crying.
“Hello?”
“Madeline?” his voice is deep on the other end, sending a chill through my body. I don’t need to ask who it is, because I could never forget his voice. Not in a million years.
“How did you get my number?” I ask Brian, even though I know it is a really stupid question. A man like him could track anyone down.
“I put my number in your phone as well, when you were sleeping. I figured by now you would have realized it, but I guess not.” He lets out a chuckle and I’m just not amused. Nothing could bring me to laugh or even smile right now. And he wants to chit chat.
“It really isn’t a good time right now, Brian.” My voice trembles and a stray tear falls onto the vanity.
“You’ve been crying,” he says, as I sniffle into the phone line giving myself away.
“I appreciate your concern, but I really don’t want to talk right now. I’m sorry.” I’m trying to end the conversation, but I don’t think he is going to let me.
“Something happened to you, didn’t it?” I nod, as if he can see me. Silence fills the phone line, and I can hear the tone of his voice change. “Madeline, tell me.” He is stern and demanding. I want to tell him. I want to spill everything to him, but I can’t get a word out over the lump in my throat. I’m trying to hold my tears back, but they are just flowing like a river now. The only thing in the world that could fix any of this is Brian, and he is a stranger to me.
“Madeline, hang up the phone and text me your address. Now. I’m on my way there and I won’t take no for an answer.”
“But… my children…” I whisper into the line, as I take a seat on the floor once again.
“Your children will be fine. I’m coming over there to take care of a friend . Text me your address now.” The phone line goes dead and I just stare at my phone wondering what I should do. I don’t want to upset him. I know he is probably running to his car right now, getting to me as fast as he can. I don’t want him to be my knight in shining armor. I don’t want him or any man to save me, but for once I think I need to let my guard down and let him. I got myself into a
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