Just Her Luck

The silk scarf that he had gotten her ran through her fingers as she paced by the windows. Her dark hair was cut short, which made it look like it bounced with every step, and her skin was pale as ivory. She had to make a decision and it needed to be done now. In her other thin hand was a small, blue bottle. She could hear his words in her head. He hated her and he wanted her to leave. His mistress had been seen with him and everyone from the club knew what was going on.

The board was not going to let this go if they even suspected her of doing such things but this was her home and her money. The busy streets below interrupted her thoughts and she stopped to look out. The people looked like ants and each one of them had a secret to hide. She wanted to scream at them. Tell them to shut up. She needed to think. She really wanted him to leave but he put his name on everything since they had gotten married.

He owned the apartment. He owned the town car. He owned the lake house that was hers when her grandfather had passed on. He claimed to own the child that had just start to grow in her. He wanted that gone just like her. Tears trickled down her face. He owned her and he was going to toss her out like trash. She let out a shaky sigh as she pulled the scarf off of her neck and it fell to the floor. She was going to lose everything. She held onto the window sill to keep her balance as the world swayed around her. Her house dress felt too tight and constricted her from lifting her arms up much. He said he wanted her to where that dress. He wanted her to stay home. He wanted her to be silent and smile when he came home. He wanted her in bed early tonight.

She knew the routine and he was the man of the house. He made the decisions. She glanced down at the bottle again. She wanted to do it so badly. “Only one sip”, she thought “Just one sip.”

She stood a bit straighter and a decision was made. She grinned ear to ear as she held up that little blue bottle as high as she could in that dress. Then there was a knock at the door. Without a second thought she placed the bottle on the table and went to greet the visitor. A tall policeman, with blue eyes and a solemn expression, stood there and he took his hat off in respect to her. She burst into tears and hid her grin when he reported the news.  It was just her luck that it had happen for her