Valentine lounged on her couch, lazily sprawled across the coushins, holding a half empty bowl of popcorn on her stomach. The flickering flow of the television bathed the dimly lit living room as she watched the latest overhyped drama everyone had been raving about.
Onscreen, a sharp-dressed man stood in front of his wife, his expression cold and unyielding.
“Im divorcing you…”he said.
Valentine eyes widen. While she knew the divorce was bound to come, she didnt think it would be at the start of the second season.
Valentine watched as Sky—the ex-wife, clutched to him like a life-line, wailing in heartbreak.
Glancing at the ticking clock towards the entryway, Valentine concluded she could binge two more episodes before having to head to bed. Her routine was the same. Wake up, grab a quick breakfast from the gas station, work on the site location, and home. Valentine’s life was dull to say the least. In an ecomony with rising prices, the woman never cared for love or adventures, only surviving day by day, year by year.
Shoving a fistful of popcorn into her mouth, Valentine observed the scenes as the show went on. The woman blackmailed the female lead, sent hired goons to stalk her home, etc.
Valentine squinted, her lips curved to a frown. “WHAT IS THIS? Girl if you dont take that damn alimony and go. It was a contract marriage.”
Valentine scrunched her nose. The longer she watched the more her irritaton grew.
“My god, he’s just a guy!” she yelled flinging her arms up in frustation— sending popcorn flying. She blinked at the mess, knowing today she spent hours cleaning since its a Sunday. “Shit!”
Grumbling under her breath, Valentine slid off the couch while the drama played in the background. “I dont get it, hes hot yeah but thats its, his attitude has been horrible since season one and the wife has been rich all her life so, so what if he divorces her, girl your still rich! Take the bag and go!” She complained while picking up the kernals.
After cleaning up, Valentine grabbed the remote and jabbed the power button.
Nothing happened. The show continued playing, showing the scene of the ex-wife confronting the female lead.
Valentine frowned, pressing the button again—
still nothing.
“…Im not watching this.” she huffed. Marching over to the TV, she reached for the plug and yanked it from the socket.
Silence.
“Do you think you can do this?”
The voice made Valentine freeze. Slowly she stepped back, facing the TV.
The ex-wife who was previously pointing her finger at the female lead, now stood eerily. Her piercing gazed locked directly onto Valentine. The background remained frozen, the characters posed mid-motion like lifeless mannequins.
Valentine leaned away, glancing behind herself.
“Bitch im talking to you.”
“Oh fuck no.”
Valentine bolted, saying words along the lines of “you got me fucked up”, “aint no damn way I pay bills for this shit”, “fuck the shoes, I am out”.
Grabbing the door handle, a sudden burst of static crackled through the air. Light flared violently from the screen, illuminating the entire room in a blinding light.
Valentine, barely had time to scream before te electricity surged through her, pulling her in.
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