It’s not a week if I don’t hear him threaten a client. So now that I have I know that it’s over for sure. I walk out the door smiling. Singing to myself. Sure that the next four days are mine and no one else’s. I stand in the sun. I’m free.
Head on a pillow and clothes on the floor I sweat and shiver, something is wrong. I want someone to call, to come save me, but the woman who used to won’t and the one that will is too far away. This is my future, drool going cold on the sheets, muscles stiffening. I pass out hoping I wake up. I need to make things right.
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