She lies awake, staring at Charles. He has his arm raped around her waist. He looks so peaceful, so calm. This was the first night she had spent with him in years. Old memories of nights they spent together lovingly in each other's arms flood her memory. "Dont forget the plan," millie reminds her She slowly frees herself of his grip and again starts searching his room. She quietly opens every cabinet, every bag, and checks every pocket in his pants and suite but finds nothing.Just when she was about to give up, she saw something from the corner of her eyes. It reflected the moonlight catching her attention. Something under the bed. She moves closer to it. It was a key, a gold key with a pink ribbon raped around it. "Hmm," she hummed, confused. She put the key in her pocket and made her way to the door. . In her room, she studied the key. It was bright yellow, no pure gold. Almost immediately, she remembered the large gold door hidden on the other side of the mansion.Her he
Deemed lights, scented candles, and the sweet scent of lavender dancing around the room. She seats in front of her large makeup mirror, brushing her light golden hair, painting her lips devil red and anything to make her more appealing. Her blue eyes become flooded with water and tears start to overflow ruining her massacre. She lifted her eyelids to stare at her reflection. What she was; a middle-aged woman, with wrinkles under her eyes, and black tears flowing under her cheeks. No wonder he didn't love her. No time for tears. She wipes her face and covers her face with powder. He'll be home any moment now. The table is set. She put in extra effort today, to prepare the food, so they could eat dinner together while having a conversation about work, just like the good old days. A smile crawls up her face, just as the door swings open. "Another one?" He slams the door behind him, yelling at someone over the phone "Tell those assholes I just got home and I'm too exhausted to deal
Sunlight from the window pierces her eyes. She opens her eyes and spots her beloved, wearing a black suit and getting ready for another day of work. He checks his phone after another ding drew his attention. He has his classic frown plastered on his wrinkly face, messages always annoy him, they always have something to do with work. But why is he smiling at this one, why are his lips curved upwards and his eyes glittering? Who sent him that message? His eyes glance towards the bed, where his gaze meets Emily's. The smile was washed off his face like it was never there, to begin with. She hides under the large soft sheets, ashamed of her wrinkles and dark circles. Before she can sneak a peak at him, he was gone. Sounds of the roaring limo fill the house, followed by a loud screech from the tires and then silence. A heavy sigh escapes her lips, being once again abandoned in this large empty house. Emily Hensley, a blond 46-year-old. Once a legend of the stage, now a happily marrie
Morning again and her beloved is gone. He left earlier than usual today, he's probably sick and tired of her face.She doesn't take it to heart, she's sick and tired of herself too. This time she wakes up in her room. The room is luxurious and as wide as an entire apartment. She has large mirrors, wooden furniture, and many gold ornaments but he forbid her from keeping her old trophies in the room. Feet on the floor, she elevates herself from the bed. She reaches for a white silk robe, hung neatly by her dresser. She seats in front of the mirror, staring into her dead swollen eyes as she brushes her hair softly.She didn't realize that she had been crying last night Once again, she picks up the same routine. The same breakfast The same basement The same song The same dance The same loneliness The music leads her to her husband's room door, the door is polished dark drown and towers over her like a bodyguard intimidating her and stopping her from entering the room. She swall
Morning has arrived and she wakes up to a throbbing headache. She squints her eyes in the direction of the large window bringing in unwanted sunlight.It is time to get up, and the sun doesn't care that she's been lying awake all night thinking about the mysterious phone and the sound of her mother's voice.She covers her head with a blanket, trying to fall back to sleep but her headache won't let her. She gets out of bed and walks to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. She opens the cabinet to her left and pulls out some pills.The name, the expiry date and the ingredients were scratched out. All she knew about them where that they were blue and they help calm her down.She throws the pills in her mouth and swallows them with water. Her headache fights back and somehow gets worst."Fuck" she curses under her breath, groaning because of the intense pain. Suddenly her head feels heavy and her feet light, she loses balance and falls to the ground hitting her head at the edge o
Day, night, awake or asleep. It continues to torture her"Emily" it calls out "say something, play with me a little""please leave me alone" tears fall down her face. she hasn't gotten a minute of peace, her mind no longer belongs to her, and now she shares it with this beast.perhaps this was the universe punishing her for her continuous cries and her unstop complaints of being lonely, now she was not alone and it doesn't seem likeshe'll never be alone again."come on Emily, I've been doing everything to make you like me. we can be really great friends if you just cooperate with me""I have no interest in being your friend, please just leave me alone""Well I'm very interested in you and I'm not leaving until I get what I want" it sounds determined and is definitely not leaving anytime soon"What the fuck do you want from me?" she tugs her hair, pulling out some hair and bruising her scalp"Emily you're talking to yourself again" Charles struts into her room not even bothering to k
Charles Hensley, a businessman who runs a very successful chain of car repair shops. An ambitious man who wants to become governor, it's been his dream since childhood and now with a little hard work, it might become a reality.He's a hard-working 63 year old man, with piercing green eyes and black hair with natural gray highlights.He was well known for his good looks and toned body during his younger years, girls would fawn over him and he was admittedly quite the lady's man but he found his lifelong partner in Emily, a ballerina with golden blond hair. A girl who danced like an Angel, smiling brightly as she twirls around the stage, lifting her arms to the spotlight as though she were holding the sun. He fell in love with her at first sight, he couldn't think of anything else, it was like she was doing pirouettes on his brain. He dreamt of her, went to all her shows, watched her diligently every chance he got. He finally got the chance to meet her when he bumped into her on his
Isolation is the worst type of torture. You're consistently hunted by your own thoughts and your mind becomes your worst enemy. Emily is experiencing just that, with Millie calling her name day in and day out, planting seeds in her head that will soon grow into a tree bearing fruits of madness. she speaks about how the drug has been blocking her eyes, blurring her vision that she couldn't see what was right in front of her. She said the pills stopped her from speaking out about the way she was treated, that it held her vocal cords and damaged her thinking. really? would Charles do this to her? Would he drug her to stop her from speaking out? it all sounds ridiculous but at the same time it makes sense"He's seeing other women," Millie says in a whisper as if she is scared of other people hearing. "What?" "He brings them to the house, that's why he locks his door, that's why you found that shirt..." She accuses before getting cut off"shut-up" Emily roars, screaming as loud as h
She lies awake, staring at Charles. He has his arm raped around her waist. He looks so peaceful, so calm. This was the first night she had spent with him in years. Old memories of nights they spent together lovingly in each other's arms flood her memory. "Dont forget the plan," millie reminds her She slowly frees herself of his grip and again starts searching his room. She quietly opens every cabinet, every bag, and checks every pocket in his pants and suite but finds nothing.Just when she was about to give up, she saw something from the corner of her eyes. It reflected the moonlight catching her attention. Something under the bed. She moves closer to it. It was a key, a gold key with a pink ribbon raped around it. "Hmm," she hummed, confused. She put the key in her pocket and made her way to the door. . In her room, she studied the key. It was bright yellow, no pure gold. Almost immediately, she remembered the large gold door hidden on the other side of the mansion.Her he
He arrives home, last as always. "Emily" he calls out, no answer. she must be asleep, he assumes taking of his jacket, then making his way to her room.He opens the door and is greeted with the smell of vanilla. The room is dark, a scented candle providing a deem light. He walks up to her unconscious body, moving her hair out of her face with his finger. She looks so peaceful. He thinks to himself. He lifts his gaze and looks around the room, it looks the same as it has always looked for the past 20 years, but something felt different, she's hiding something from him, he could feel it."What are you hiding" He whispers staring at her resting face. He turns his neck, to enjoy staring at her from a different angle. His smile turns to a frown, and he stands up and walks out of the room, slamming the door behind him with no regard to weather he might wake her.He walks to his room, stomping one foot after the other. It's a mess, ever since Emily refused to do anything around the hou
They drove around for hours, no destination, just warm breeze and vintage songs playing on the radio. "It's getting late, maybe we should start going-""no" she cut him off "But Mr. Charles said-""Don't ruin this moment with words Eric" she said sticking her head out the window. The wind blows her hair up and down and all around, into her mouth and eyes but she didn't care. She started to think of what her life could have been if she wasn't with Charles, all the places she could have gone and things she could have done. Those things were still possible, she could jump out of this car right now and run with the wind to somewhere far-far from here, far from Charles. But she isn't who she used to be, she's no longer young and wild. She's a mad old woman and running from her problems won't solve anything. They drove round in circles for hours just to pass time. Soon it was time to return home. "Your late" Charles sat in a dark room awaiting her return."I know" She answers nonchalan
The car stops and Eric opens the door for her. She comes done, placing one foot in front of the other. "Where are we" she observes the area"You said you wanted to buy something, so we're at the mall" he answers confused by the question. "Oh" she says moving her hair out of her face. She looks around exploring the area, from the clothing shop to the shoe shop, from sephora to forever 21. This place is amazing, you can find anything here. "Excuse me ma'm" a young girl in an apron calls out her name. "Would you be interested in a sample""A sample of what" she tilts her head a little"We have a new product that we're trying to promote..." she explains "We don't have time for this" millie says " remember why we came here " "Sorry I have to go" she walks away. Eyes follow her as she walks around the store. People wondering who she was, and why she was so elegantly dressed. But it wasn't just the dress, Emily is a beauty. Soft, pale skin that hasn't touched sun light in almost 10 y
Charles gets home by 7 am the next day, he didn't get a wink of sleep. The last thing he needs is another argument with Emily. He smells a strong fragrance, it was perfume. The follows the smell to Emily's room. He finds her elegantly dressed in a little black dress that stops right before her knees, thigh high leather boots and pearl necklace and matching earrings. "Now this is what I like" he smirk's "I'm going out" she turns to him. He chuckles, she hasn't gone outside in almost a decade, where could she even go "oh, and where may I ask, are you going?""Out" she stars directly into his eyes, the same blank emotionless expression she's always had. "I need to buy a few things""What is it I'll just tell Eric to get it for you " he pulls his phone out of his pocket "No" she picks up a small black clutch "tell Eric to pick me up in 5 minutes, I'm going out" she says in a demanding tone He frowns, staring into her eyes. Maybe is he looks threatening she'll back down. She doesn't
For the past few weeks Emily's been doing whatever she wants. She drinks his expensive vintage wine from the shelf she's not allowed to touch, he smokes the cigarettes she finds in his back pocket and roamed the he house with greasy hair and chipped nail polish. She feels free, like this was the first time she's ever been able to breathe. But what she enjoys more is how crazy its driving Charles, like he's never thought of her as a person with emotions, but as a puppet he could control. He's lost all control and his slowing losing his sanity, and she took great pleasure in his down fall. "Emily" his yells her name for the millionth time. "Ughh again?" Millie groans "what does he want this time" "Just wait, we'll find out" Emily replies out loud. She understands why he's mad, he came home to his mentally ill wife lying on the floor drunk with half a cigarette in between her fingers. But what she doesn't understand is why he's still yelling, he knows she won't listen, why waste the
She sits silently in her room, she listens carefully to the screams and wails of her husband as he breaks everything in his sight. She let's out a heavy sigh, this isn't the first time his done something like this, and it definitely won't be the last. He's just as crazy and as she was. No, he was crazier. Imagine, she used to look up to him as the wiser one, the normal one, the stable one. But he's just like her. "Crazy man, Mad woman. You guys are a match made in heaven" Millie comments "We're a match alright" She replies with a chuckle "but we're definitely not made in heaven" He screams louder and breaks everything in sight. He can feel himself losing control. Losing control of him temper, his emotions, and his wife. He let's out one last scream and starts panting heavily. He looks around, observing his environment. He is surrounded by broken glass, broken picture frames, what remains of his phones and the broken ballerina trophies. He picks one up from the floor, his hands
Charles was shocked, he still can't believe Emily, HIS Emily, would refuse something he offered her. He's frozen on his seat. He doesn't move a muscle as his food gets colder and colder. He flung the dish to the floor, staining the wall with cold sauce. "Fine, fucking die for all I care" He yells at the top of his voice "you hear me Emily, DIE!!!" He storms out the the house, shutting the door behind him. She slowly unlocks her room door, opening the door just wide enough for her head to fit through, looking from side to side, making sure it was safe to come out. "He's gone" she sighs in relief. She walks to the basement, where she spends most of her time. She used to dance, and twirl, and try to recall a past that has long been forgotten. As she stood in front of her old dusty trophy case, she sighs. Touching the glass, making her palm dirty. She slowly walks to the back of the large cabinet and pushes it. As she pushes, she remembers the promise she made to her husband- 'to
stomach cries out begging her to eat something. "What us wrong with you" millie says out of nowhere "you're gonna stave yourself just cause you're mad?" "I am, I am VERY MAD. I'm so mad I'm hearing voices in my head" she pulls her hair. "You know other people would've accepted me by now, but no....." she stretches the no "you just have to be so fucking slow" "I can't trust you" "I'm YOU, who the fuck else are you gonna trust if you can't trust yourself" millie argues "I just want what's best for you, what's best for us" Emily glances at her reflection in the mirror "Let me help you, cause you know you can't do it on your own. Now you get to do it with me" she places her hand on the mirror "trust me...please" For the first time ever, Millie sounded desperate, like she honestly just wants to help, like she really knew how to save her...to save them. She makes it sound like they're a team. Like she's no longer alone, but she doesn't know if she can trust her...even if she is her