I stare at my phone.
Ring.
Ring.
Do it.
Ring you little bitch.
Kaydance groans and sits up from the couch.
"Are we going to sit around waiting for your phone to ring, or are we going to explore the greatest city in the world?"
I roll my eyes and pick up my phone.
Kaydance chuckles and runs to fetch her backpack.
I yell at Darren to hurry up.
As we are about to leave, my phone rings.
My breath catches in my throat as I reach for it.
I hold it up to my ear.
"Hello?"
There is silence for a split second.
"Hey, Charlotte."
A sudden ray of light streams through the window.
"What is it, Addie?"
Might as well give her a shot at whatever she wants.
The girl takes a deep breath.
We haven't spoken in almost a year.
It's crazy.
And I hate it.
But nobody can know that.
Without thinking, without listening, without doing anything but moving my hands, I hang up on her.
The other two gape at me.
I scowl and walk out the door.
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It's funny how your life could change in the blink of an eye.
One minute you're walking through New York with your friends, happy as can be, the next you're in the waiting room of an "institute" for your husband.
I roll my eyes.
"Institute" is a nice word for asylum.
The doctor calls me in.
Kaydance waits outside.
Darren sits on a white couch, his eyes are twitching and dark.
I shudder and take a seat next to him.
The female takes a seat in front of me.
She looks at Darren.
"Mr. Bara, do you know why you're here?"
He stares straight ahead.
I bite my lower lip as it quivers.
She tried again.
"Mr. Bara, do you understand the intensity of this situation?"
He scratches at his left forearm.
I lift up my hand to smack his fist, but I retract it quickly.
She glares at him.
She attempts to get through to him once more.
"Mr. Bara?"
I stand up.
"He obviously isn't going to answer you!"
She is startled, but not shocked.
Red seeps through Darren's sweater.
A sweater in June.
Good gracious!
I take a deep breath.
"Thank you for your help, but we will be leaving now."
I take Darren's hand and exit the room.
She doesn't protest.
She can't.
We have a right to leave.
And dammit we are.
"Darren we're going on vacation."
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New York- Where Dreams are Made
General FictionCharlotte Spencer is a small town girl. She dreams her entire life of going to New York. Her life in the town she grew up in isn't exactly all sunshine and rainbows. She struggles to make it out of the horrid place and fight her way to the top. S...
