Your Life, Your Voice, Your Reason To Be

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10. Chapter 9

I'm currently sitting in a cab staring out the window of the backseat.  It is early Friday morning, about 2 a.m. and I am admiring the lights as I pass through the city.  Some people roam the streets and cats are scurrying through the allies under the light of the moon.  The city looked at peace, calm and almost frozen in time, but my mind was anywhere but frozen.  As I stare out the window watching the streets pass by, my mind wanders back to the day.  I remember every little detail like a photograph that I had studied so many times before.  Like a movie it ran through my head, the images of that day flooded through my mind, but this clip never stops rolling.

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I went to work, but had to leave early because I had an excruciating headache.  On my way home I stopped at the market on the corner on the corner of our street and ran in to get some Advil just in case there was none at home.  As I passed down the street and neared the house I realized James' car was in the driveway.  This was unusual because he was supposed to be at work, I assumed he wasn't feeling good as well and came home early from work.  I got to the front door and pulled out my keys, but to my surprise, the door was unlocked.  This was very unusual behavior for James, the doors were always locked and closed, mainly to keep people from coming in, but sometimes so he could keep me from leaving.

When I walked in, the house was a mess.  James clothes were scattered across the entry hall.  His shoes were on the floor, like they had been kicked off in a hurry.  His shirt was thrown across the back of the couch, but there was more than just James' clothing too.  The further I walked down the hallway and closer to our bedroom, the more clothing I found.  James jeans were in the hallway along with a pair of heels... which were not mine and a pair of denim shorts too, which were also not mine either.  That's when I realized how James was handling his emotions; he was sleeping with another woman.

I approached our bedroom door and opened it a little and there he was.  He was lying on the bed admiring this girl who was straddled across his lap.  Obviously enjoying the pleasure she was giving him.  He looked up for a brief moment and caught my eye, but he didn't seem surprised at all.  In fact, a small smirk was displayed across his lips and he went on with his "antics."

I was outraged.  Despite the fact that my head was pounding I ran out of the house and I ran until I was out of breath.  I stopped at a park.  There was no one at the park; all the kids that occupy the park on the weekends were in school.  I took a seat on the swing and remained there for hours as silent tears trickled down my cheeks.

I'm not sure what I expected, but as the sun started to set, I felt the obligation to go home.  I walked slowly dreading what I had to face when I returned home.

When I walked in the door the clothes and shoes had vanished and James was seated on the couch with a glass of alcohol in his hand, presumably whiskey.  I shut the door behind me and put my bag down at the front door, and started down the hallway towards our bedroom.  I grabbed all my clothing from my dresser and threw it on the bed.  I was under the bed looking for a suitcase to pack my belongings when James appeared in the doorway.

"Where were you?" he asked.  I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I was at the park..." I whispered.  Somehow even though James was in the wrong, it surprised me how in control of the conversation he was and how much more he scared me in this moment.

"And what do you think you're doing now?"

"What does it look like I'm doing James?"

"Are you getting an attitude with me?"

"Of course not."

"Good, now I suggest you put all your clothes back where they belong, because you are NOT leaving."

"Yes I am...” I said in almost a whisper.

'No you're not!" James yelled as he pushed me down on the bed.  His hand was once again around my neck and his face just inches from mine.  I failed to say a word and he began to speak again, "You are mine, and you do what I tell you to do, if I say you're not leaving, that means you are staying here!"

He released his grip on my neck and once I caught my breath I used all the courage I had to reply to him, "Yes I am, you obviously have someone to keep you preoccupied, who isn't me, and so what is the point of me staying here?"

"Katherine... she is my toy and I have many toys." he said almost shamefully.  Many toys means there is and has been more than one girl, which is even more heartbreaking to hear because my thoughts had been confirmed.  By this time I had lifted myself off the bed and managed to give myself from distance from him.

I closed my eyes as tears escaped them.  I stood there a few moments before I felt James's hands on me.  He had placed them around my waist and pulled my head against his chest.  I tried to pull out of his grasp, but his hold on me only tightened.  I beat my hands against his chest in fury; this is his way of comforting me.  I need comfort, but right now he isn't the person who can comfort me.  It seems like we stood in this position for a while as I cried in his arms, before he cleared his throat and began to speak, "Katherine, THEY are my toys, but YOU, you are mine and I love you..."

"I love you too...” I spit out as an automatic response although in this moment I'm not sure if it's even true anymore.

I excused myself to the bathroom to wipe off my makeup and when I came back, the suitcase was back under the bed and my clothes were shoved in the dresser.  James was lying in bed, waiting for me to join him, which I did, without even a hint of hesitation.  Many ideas ran through my head that night.

That was on Tuesday.

On Wednesday I called someone who could help me and there were no questions asked.

On Thursday I gathered my things, made my plans.

It is now early Friday morning and I am on my way.  Staring out the window of the backseat of the cab, I am on my way to the airport.

I'm going home.

 

 

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