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Suitcase Mixup

It all started when I picked up the wrong suitcase at the airport. It looked a lot like mine but when I got to my hotel i quickly realized it wasn't. There wasn't a name or anything on the tag or on the inside. But there was a number I dialed the number nervously "On, hello, you must have grabbed my suitcase by accident?" I waited a few seconds and found the words to say. "Oh, yes I did. I am so sorry, it looked like mine." I said fastly. "Oh don't worry I understand. They do look alike!" he said in a calming tone. We ended the call after discussing where to meet up. Later that night we met up at a coffee shop. We exchanged suitcases and sat down and talked. Something about him seems off. He keeps looking around like he's waiting on someone. I quickly got out of there. I ran to the hotel and back to my room. I put the suitcase away without checking it. That was stupid of me grabbed my phone and my messages were being blown up. He texted me know where you are. There is no hiding now." I then called my mom. She sounded scared. I could hear the man in the background. Oh shit. I rushed to somewhere safe. I didn't take any of my things. I left my phone behind as well. I bought a new phone. I turned off the location. I know it won't take him long to find me. I booked flights to travel to other places. So I spent the next 5 months traveling the world. That was until I got back to the same place it all started. The man was standing in the window of the room was staying in 5 months prior. I rushed back to town. I hid in an alley. I saw the man walking towards me. I held my breath. I froze I didn't know what to do. "I can smell you" he said in a deep tone. My legs started to get weak. He stopped in front of me and slowly turned. "5 months and I finally found you don't know what you're talking about!" I responded and he laughed as he grabbed my throat "P-please don't kill me." I managed to get out. He slammed me onto the ground. Everything went black. I woke up in a hospital with a numb body. "What happened?" I said. "Oh honey, someone found you passed out in an alley" I suddenly got flashbacks. "Oh Yeah"I said and looked around the room. He then walked in the room and smirked. The doctor then ran out scared. He slowly walked closer to me. "You're lucky I let you live, I don't deal with thieves who run away. But you're pretty so I let you live.. Under one condition." looked at him confused. "What is the one condition?" I said. "You marry me and be my wife. You don't have to share a room with me. But no cheating, no seeing other people in a romantic way. As he said those words I felt my world shatter. "I'll do it." I said softly and in defeat. He smiled "The wedding will be in two months. I expect to see you there. He said and then left. I was later discharged from the hospital. Two months later I went through with the promise. I kept my vows short but meaningful. He did as well We soon became enemies who were married but slept in different rooms. We went on dates and did what couples do in public but behind doors it was constant arguing and fighting. We were not happy. Well he was, I wasn't and 09he knew that. He became distant from me. I also became distant from him. I constantly read books and he played his video games whenever he was home. He made me a stay at home wife as he liked to call it. I just say I'm a housewife. This went on until one week. He hadn't come home

for a few days. Yes I may have hated him but he was still my husband, I contacted him and all his friends. No answer from them and they haven't seen him either. That's strange. I started looking through everything for any answers. I felt like an FBI agent wouldn't like what I was about to find. He had notes of threats from all kinds of people towards me. Why would he keep those away from me? Where is he? All these questions popped in my head. It took a week before we got a lead. Months later he returned home. I was cooking a nice meal. I didn't know he was coming home. I had only made enough food for myself. As soon as I heard the door open I grabbed a knife ready to hurt someone but as soon as I saw who it was i froze. I couldn't believe what was seeing. We made a funeral for him and everything. I sat the knife down. "You're dead. I watched you go into the ground!" I said frantically. He walked over to me and hugged me. I know hun I was there. Not in the casket but next to you. I had to do that. There were really bad people coming after you for marrying me. I couldn't let them hurt you" He said in a comfortable tone. I hugged him back taking in the moment. I then realized I had food to cook. "Shit I have food cooking! I let go of him and checked on the food Phew! Not burnt. He hugged me from behind and helped me cook. Why did he change so much? Why do I feel this way? I spit the food up into 2 portions and made it look pretty cause why not. We both sat down and ate the food in peace. After we cleaned up everything we went and watched a movie. "I love you." He said in a low and soft tone. I love you too" I said. I fell asleep in his arms. We got divorced and then remaned to make it a real marriage and not forced. We may have not lived happily ever after but we did live in a loving household. That was until our kids were teens. We all know how teens are. Well, this is how my life took many turns. It all started with a mixed up suitcase problem.