*** 3 Months Later ***
It was dark, the road was wet. There was a distant call of sirens and I imagined them painting the asphalt in hues of Blue and Red. Streaks of color running down the road like an Acrylic Pour. My phone chimed, I glanced at the screen. It was Joe from work. He had offered a ride home but I declined. Checking to see if I made it home safe no doubt but I was enjoying the solitude and the depth of noises that Night awakened. I decided to “Decline” his call as well, slipping my phone back into my handbag.
I felt slightly guilty, especially since my husband hadn’t bothered with a courtesy call. The thought irritated me, put me in a mood that I was desperately trying to ignore as I continued to walk, the hem of my pants soaking up water left behind by the days rainfall. Stupid rain. Stupid husband.
The night was turning humid, although most Miami nights were humid regardless of rain. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a store front window and stopped momentarily to stare. My hair, which was in a neat pinned Bun this morning, was starting to frizz in all the wrong places. I tucked a Blonde strand back into place, it bounced back out in defiance. I tried to find the old Natalie in the image staring back. Pale skin...check. Blue eyes....check. Slim physique... Check. Small breasts but nicely shaped ass... check and check but I still couldn't seem to find "me."
I breathed out a heavy sigh as I rounded the corner and turned down the dimly lit alley I used as a shortcut home. It wasn't much of a shortcut really but I liked the solitude it provided and luckily I lived close to work with my car being in the shop the last two weeks and Luke at home, most likely drunk out of his mind... again. I started to wonder when he changed but deep down I knew the timeline of events because I changed too.
Thunder rumbled overhead, menacing and dark, just as a shadow merged with mine.
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