I could never have imagined what my life would be like after that evening. The day started out as any ordinary day would. I was late waking up. My husband was yelling that Jake forgot to take the dog out. Ava & Emily sat motionless watching some inane cartoon. And Chelsea at 14 had apparently left a huge mess of makeup, mousse, and hair dryers in the bathroom.
I stumbled downstairs and into the kitchen. My husband had finally let Rosie our Saint Bernard out and Jake was mumbling something under his breath as he cleaned up Rosie’s mess.
“I’ve about had it with that dog Josie. The kids don’t seem to give a damn whether she’s fed, bathed or walked. I’m going to take her to the animal shelter today.”
“And good morning to you too Nick, Jake please make sure you spray disinfect on the floor.” as I open the kitchen window. The smell was not something I cared for at 7 AM.
“Look I’m sorry but I’m tired of always being the one to pick up the brunt of the Rosie work around here. Either they get it together or she’s gone. They’ve got a month.”
By 10 AM everything seemed to have fallen into its regular order. Jake was off at school. Ava & Emily at daycare and there I was sitting in my beat up Dodge Caravan thinking about who needed to be where that weekend. I pulled into my parking spot at RJ Wright real estate at exactly 10:35. Shit. Now Edgar would be on my case about missing the staff meeting, by 5 minutes. Fuck him. I’ve got half a mind to quit today anyway.
But I know I really won’t because I say this every morning I pull in.
It’s 12:30 and I’m back in my beat up minivan coasting down the highway listening to Nora Jones headed to an open house that will keep me tied up for the rest of the day.
I’d missed a call from Chelsea’s school. She’s not in school today.
Steaming I start to dial Nick’s office number. His prickly ass secretary Regina answers the phone. “He’s not here and I haven’t heard from him all day”
Dial Chelsea’s cell phone. Straight to voice mail.
I disconnect & throw the phone into the cup holder and switch lanes to take the next exit towards home. I turn down the radio because I need to think. There is something inside of me gnawing at me like Rosie gnaws at one of her King Kong dog toys Nick bought her for Christmas last year.
Chelsea didn’t go to school. Nick’s not at work.
I push down harder on the gas.
With what seemed like a blink of an eye I was in the driveway. Nick’s truck parked in the garage. I jump up out stumbling over Jake’s skateboard and push open the back door.
Rosie asleep on the couch.
I start to take the steps two by two. All the while my stomach performing it’s own Cirque du Soleil routine.
I push open Chelsea’s door and there I see my baby. My little girl laying underneath the weight of my husband, her father, screaming. Nick jumps up.
I don’t know how but I make it to my bedroom and into Nicks closet where I pick up the hand pistol that we kept strictly for emergencies.
This was an emergency.
And as I turn to walk out of our closet there Nick stands.
Without another thought. I pull the trigger.
And then the whole world shifted.
Such a grim subject I picked but I watched Oprah’s show on Wednesday about the twins who had been raped by their father & two brothers. And then that night I actually had a dream about those girls. These stories make me angry and I want someone. Anyone to do something to stop it.
I linked this piece of fiction up to The Red Writing Hood
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