Her Savior
fucking killed my husband." She said to herself in frustration while taking another sip
and retrieved her money from the public locker. She took off her oversize denim jacket and boots and put her ca
managed to carry the bag and put on her disguise while her arm was
f a steaming hot cup of coffee and pie of the day. The waiter glanced at her cast and her battered face, yet she said
a very streak difference from her previous light blonde color hair. Then she puts on the da
nown businessman Benjamin Turner. His body was found yesterday, the news anchor stated that he was murdered. A
she shed earlier were nothing compare to that exact moment where she was alo
f, a wanted person, wanted for th
down she knows that all was not her fault and that she was the victim. That her
the news on a low volume, she was truly tire
om the pain. Not remembering that she was in another bed alone, without her
she had dreamt the day she would be free of her abusive marriage. But when the time came, she
disguise her bruises and put her hair down to cover her bruised neck and shoul
getaway car from the monthly paid parking lot, and carry on to several othe
chosen this town randomly when she had to browse for her getaway destination mon
ere neighbors would talk. She needed her p
, that exact city was w
dinner. She couldn't find her car at the parking lot, where she had locked
nds later she was taking a taxi to the motel, knowing she had her receipt and mote
ollars in her pocket, she closed her room door slowly, as she suddenly lost the
e bed hoping that she would still be
With all her insecurities creeping up behind her, she was
her a couple of stairs down just because he said she was blocking his path. She had broken more
let him kill me. Maybe he was right, m
his words, even in her dreams, he
r cheeks were wet with fresh tears. She was holding her naked
s. I don't think I'm stron
ate that afternoon with the ringing sound of her motel ph
have just begun. This is the
ing her, tormenting her, ridiculed h