The Perfect Wife

Adjusted.

After months of dreaming of reuniting with his daughter he suddenly came face to face with her, unfortunately he couldn't recognize the outdated young girl standing in front  of him.

"Margo?" He asked confused. "What are you.. wearing?" He looked at her up and down, befuddled with her perky dress she was wearing ever so gracefully in her kitchen.

"What are you...doing here?" She barley could believe what she was seeing. "If they catch you, they will kill you!"

Her dad snorted. "Is that what they made you believe? Baby we drove all the way here, not a single person in sight." He did however fail to leave out the stolen van they were in that kept them of Millwood's radar.

Harvey looked at who was once his wife and felt like he barely knew this stranger standing before him, a huge part of him wanted to pick her up and kiss her and the other part just wanted to walk out the door, unfortunately for him his whole life was about to change.

Before another word was said, the front door opened and in walked Mark, who was now just as confused as everyone else.

"Oh, I didn't know we were expecting guests tonight" He said awkwardly as he walked passed the two men and into the kitchen where his wife stood.

"Mark... this is my dad and..." she suddenly stopped, unsure of what to call the love of her past life to the love of he current life.

"Husband." Harvey spoke up. "But it looks like you've got another one." He could feel himself becoming more angry so he decided to step outside for a smoke, Margo followed him.

"Its not what it looks like, I promise. You don't understand I have to dress like this and..." she could feel the tears coming. " You don't know what its like being here.. For so long. I've tried so hard to.. Become this person because I thought I'd never see you again."

Harvey suddenly felt horrible for losing his temper, so he moved in closer and wrapped his arms around her.

"I missed you so much." she cried into his chest. "You guys have to go, you don't understand. Its not safe."

"Im not leaving you here, your coming with us. Back home to your life, our life." Harvey was holding her shoulders now, slowly shaking her back and fourth.

Margo slowly backed away, she didn't know how she was going to tell him about her secret shes been keeping, she knew as soon as she told him that he would never love her the same way again. "I can't.. I can't." she began to cry out of frustration.

"Your honestly telling me, that you would want to stay in this freak show of a town? Margo look around, look at yourself!" Harvey had no idea what was going through her mind, he just wanted her to come home.

Before Margo could reply, her father and Mark stepped outside, what she didn't expect was Mark would have a bloody nose.

"Oh my god, what happened? Here lets get some ice on that." She grabbed his hand and brought him into the kitchen.

Harvey and John looked at one another puzzled, they never expected to see Margo so well adjusted to her new life here.

"She doesn't want to come home." He sighed. "John, do you think this is all some..." He couldn't find the the right words to express what was going through his mind at that moment.

"I just don't get it. Look around us. What is this place?" John asked, his inner writers mind was intrigued. "I've never heard of a Millwood before."

"Does it matter? Look at her! That's not Margo." Harvey pointed through the kitchen window angered, Margo was practically sitting on Marks lap cleaning his face up. "Why did you hit him?"