Jacqueline followed the GPS on her phone to the rental location. The key was in the area promised. She unlocked the door and opened it. The photos online didn't do it justice she thought. It was a lovely house with footage on the lake with a dock and a small boat along with jet skis for use.
A couple of months ago when she was planning the strategic getaway she had imagined cookouts in the backyard with friends and business associates from the nuclear plant (gotta play up that corporate wife game).
More personal activities would have been jet skiing across the lake, exploring all parts of the area, maybe even some racing. Late night skinny dipping was definitely on the menu. Didn't particularly relish the thought of that however she knew she had to "take one for the team" in order to get this train back on its track.
Jacqueline went upstairs to look at the master bedroom. Again, better than the photos on line. She inhaled, exhaled and shook her head. Now what? Blank. Nothing. She slowly meandered downstairs while entertaining various scenarios of activities for the next two weeks.
Alone! That word was not part of her vocabulary. The past almost 30 years had her plans always include her fiancée, then husband, then child. She had forgotten how it was to be by herself and the prospect had just now sucker punched her in the face.
Jacqueline's knees buckled and she fell to the couch. Tears began free flowing from her eyes. The extreme low to extreme high from yesterday had worn off. Now comes the hard part: the new normal.
With the rest of her life spelled out in one big question mark she began to audibly sob. Body shaking loud sobs. She pulled tissue after tissue from the side table and continued. She heard what she thought was first response sirens in the background but still kept on crying.
Jacqueline knew what little make-up she had on her face was now smearing. I probably have the "Tammy Faye Bakker" crying face. Her nose started running and the Kleenex box was brought to her lap for ease of using. Crap!!! Another nosebleed? Where are those tampons? She pulled her purse from the floor and started to work with the tampons to shove up her nostrils.
It was eerily quiet. I wonder where those sirens went? Both nostrils now had a slim tampon partially inserted. She was mouth-breathing again as she noticed drops of blood on her shirt and hands. More tissues were plucked from the box but she could see that they were no match for the bloodstains on her hands.
BANG! BANG! BANG! Jacqueline heard at the front door as she was walking toward the kitchen to wash off her hands.
"Mrs. Menzel?" she heard an authoritative male voice.
Police. They found me. OMG that was the sirens! Jeez, hunting me down like a fugitive of the law? Did my actions send my ex and the skank to the ER? Did he have a heart attack after threatening me? Hmmm, if he's on his deathbed would I go see him? Yeah, I'd go see him! I'd tell him that he was going to burn in hell. Alright JJ, no use running, time to face the music.
She walked to the front door and opened it. There on the porch was a tall muscular (looked like military muscles) man in running gear with 2 big dogs (wolf dogs?) on either side of him.
"What in the hell——" a young woman asked as she came from behind the man.
"Uh, Mrs. Menzel—-", he began
"It's Ms. Kenny," Jacqueline corrected him.
"Looks like Tammy Faye got into the meth stash!" The young woman said rather insinuatingly. Conversations began simultaneously.
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Dear Mr. Fantasy
FanfictionJacquline Juliet Kenny had witnessed a dramatic end to life as she knew it. Infidelity is known as death by 1000 cuts. How would she survive after her 20 year marriage went belly up? A chance encounter at a pharmacy leads to a night spent at Pais...
