I got out the car and started walking towards the office." You know why you're here?" "No," that's all I could say. Maybe the found out about my abusive relationship and they're trying to help. " you'll find out." The police officer to my left turns to his left and starts whispering something in the guys ear. " what are you saying," I say. The policeman looks at me with a concerned face." Well when this type of crisis happens, you would think they'd tell you first. I mean that's what I think." I ignore the crisis part. I have no one other than my husband who I love. Also my mother but I don't even know where she is. Probably somewhere with my sister on a vacation without me."Why do I have to go to the police if I haven't committed a crime?" "Well first of all,you aren't here to talk about a problem," we reach the door and he doesn't tell me anymore. I enter the main area and sit on the first chair I see. "Can I at least tell my husband I'm here?" "We promise you that he wouldn't get mad with you. If he did, just tell him he has no reason to." They don't know what he's like. I have to be prepared for a punishment. We enter an office that has two windows behind the desk. There are two chairs at the corner of the room and a stack of papers on one chair. "Bring a chair over here so we can talk." "About what?" "Just sit will you." I pull the chair towards the desk and sit there waiting for another order. "What do you remember about your mother?" My mother. She abandoned me. I don't know what to say. "She was a lady. A lady who can forget to love someone and leaves them for something wealthier than that person," I say. "Your mother and sister got in a car wreck just yesterday. We brought you here to see if you wanted any support or help." " I have my husband," knowing he won't comfort me, I still say that. " I would think you would get emotional. Looks like you don't care." In fact, I do. It's just that she forgot about me, so should I. " cat got your tongue there." "I do feel sad but I just want to be alone. I'll just go if you allow me to." I wave goodbye and start towards the door but then a hand catches me. This time it's a different police. He has amazing green eyes and brown hair. He looks like he's at least in his late twenties. Just like me. I'm 28 years old. "Let go of me." I yank my arm from his hand and walk out the door. "wait!" I turn around to see that same handsome police officer. "You sure you don't need company?" "Once again, I have my husband." With that I turn around and start walking home.Hey guys! I hoped you liked the first two chapters! I am working very hard on this so please don't copy and don't put negative comments!
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These doors hide our truth
Short StoryThe story about an abused wife and learns how big change is. Very short chapters if you wanted to know It's kind of like lamb to the slaughter except many differences make it seem different.