Freedom - Pearlet Oneshot

Freedom

TW mention of abuse

Pearl entered the rather small room. She was a petite shy woman in her twenties. Her black hair was twisted into a tight bun on the side of her head as her husband didn't like it when she let her hair loose. She was a fashionable person but her spouse expected her to help him with work efficiently so she had a daily outfit and a work outfit. At that moment she was wearing her work outfit which consisted of a simple skintight blue dress and a pair of short black heels. That day she added sheer white gloves saying it was cold in the office.

There wasn't much furniture inside. One desk to the right of the door and another, bigger one opposite to it, the door facing its side, a chair standing next to it. In the corner of the room, right next to the door there was a chest of drawers and another chair. On the smaller desk there was only a typewriter, while on the bigger one there was only a lamp and a pile of papers. The lamp was on as at the desk Pearl's husband George was sat. He was a handsome blonde man around 40. He was always nicely dressed, had broad shoulders, and a scowl on his face which made him very attractive for most women. And obviously he had a well-paid job. His main flaws were arrogance, egoism, stupidity and impetuosity.

Pearl quietly approached the drawers and started sorting the files inside of them. George would be finishing the work soon but if the papers weren't in order they couldn't go home. He expected total obedience, he made all the decisions, divided all the money, controlled everything in their house and their relationship. Pearls parents chose George for her and they were elated when he agreed to marry their daughter. They constantly told the woman she was unattractive, young, naive and stupid; that she got a great man and should be grateful someone like him had even looked at someone like her. They repeated it like a mantra making sure she never forgot it. And she never did. But Pearl felt trapped in that relationship. The woman valued her freedom very highly and hated being submissive to anyone, especially her partner. She never opposed though; what could she do? She had no money, no house, no job, no education. Pearl had always wanted to become a scientist but her parents decided she would be a housewife. That her whole life would be controlled by one man's moods and ideas. And she had never fought. Never until that day.

All thanks to Violet who persuaded her to end it all. Build a new life.

Violet was something else. The woman had a huge personality, was charismatic, the strict leader type. But unlike Pearl's husband she was actually caring. She always made sure Pearl was doing well and helped her however she could. She was worried about Pearl and after each of her fights with George she took care of the womans injuries. She wanted the young wife to get out of that household as she saw endless potential in the petite woman. Violet thought Pearl would be the perfect person to work for the government or the army, constructing bombs for example. Violet herself wanted to escape her current life as well. Her current job as a pharmacist bored her to death and she wasn't planning on wasting her life standing behind a counter mixing fluids with a spatula. As you can imagine it wasn't her career of choice - the idea had been her parents'. She had wanted to act in movies and she definitely had a talent and passion for that, and she couldn't pursue that dream living with her parents. She talked Pearl into escaping New York and opening a new chapter of life in Atlanta. The Violet had some savings and together they found a school where Pearl would be able to get a good education.

The woman sorted out most of the files and decided to make her husband some coffee. Her husband. She hated the way that sounded. The wife took out the tiny jar labeled as saccharin given to her by Violet and made her way to the kitchen to brew the coffee. The woman was aware she had to make it quick. George wasn't a patient person and she didn't want a new bruise to join the ones on her cheek. The man liked being served quickly, without having to ask. Pearl quickly returned to the room, but not before taking a spoon and scooping a tiny amount of cyanide out of the saccharin jar, subsequently mixing it into the coffee. Violet had said that a 100 to 200 milligrams was enough to kill a person but Pearl wanted to make the operation quick so she ended up using around 500 milligrams. She was a rather nervous person but her bravery overshadowed all her feelings, worries and doubts and her determination was pushing her forwards and not letting her look back.

Upon entering the office she saw her husband signing one last paper. He stacked it along with some others from the pile on his desk and shoved them into a desk drawer. He grabbed another bunch putting it into a folder and the rest he put away in the drawers. When George put everything away, he sat at the desk again and took the cup of coffee out of Pearls hands. The woman looked down at her beautiful thin gloves reaching her elbow. She liked this new fashion, it made killing people much easier. She knew George wasn't going to indulge in the flavor of freshly brewed coffee, he was rather the type to swallow it all, hand the cup back to his wife, grab his belongings and leave. And that's exactly what he did. Or at least intended to do. As soon as Pearl took the cup, George started looking around like a lost puppy. The woman knew it was a good sign - the first symptom of cyanide poisoning was confusion. After a few seconds he was having trouble breathing and a minute or so later he passed out. That was Pearl's cue to get to work. She locked the door to the room and wiped down all the surfaces she may have touched during the past few days. Then she proceeded to change into her proper clothes - a short sleeved simple green dress with lace white details, white heels, white earrings and necklace and finally proper white gloves. She had it all perfectly planned out. In the morning, she had avoided being noticed entering the office. In case she had been noticed though, she had been dressed in her work clothes, so once she was leaving in the afternoon, she looked completely different. The woman gently unfolded the "suicide" note she had prepared and placed it under George's elbow putting the jar with cyanide next to it. She took one last glance across the room before approaching the window. She had unscrewed some metal pieces the night before just like Violet had told her to. That made the window slide down and shut as soon as she wasn't holding it. Pearl slowly slid out onto the window sill and jumped onto the grass below, quickly approaching her father's car full of bags. She took the passenger seat, making a quick eye contact with Violet, turning her head to see bags containing all their belongings. Then she turned back around and looked at Violet properly. The tall slim woman was in her thirties. She had jet black wavy hair that reached her shoulders and very dark, almost black eyes. In contrast to her eyes and hair were her very pale complexion and her scarlet lips. She loved fashion, just like Pearl, and at the moment she was wearing a very fashionable outfit – a red shirt with a matching skirt and a belt. She had black high heels on and on the ends of her glove-covered fingers were long claw-like black nails. They had to go before Pearls parents found an empty space where their car was supposed to be. Violet took a quick glance at the other woman, starting the car and driving it out onto the road. Soon they reached the train station, parked the vehicle and loaded all the bags into their train compartment. When they were done, they sat next to each other, took off their gloves and looked around. Once the train started moving Pearl released a breath, she didn't know she had been holding and let her head fall onto Violet's shoulder. Finally, they were free. She didn't have to please her husband anymore. She ripped off the black wig she had on releasing a cascade of golden blond locks. Her hair was her favorite thing. George hated blonde women though. He had forced her to dye her hair black. Loving her long locks, she had gone to a store and bought the wig instead. She would go to sleep last and got up first every day, putting the wig on as soon as she got up so he wouldnt find out. Now she could cherish her beautiful locks. Violet loved her natural hair as well.

They were free. Free. Sure, the womens future wasn't going to be easy but at least they had any influence on it. She might have disliked the solution they came up with but it had been the only way to get rid of him. She got up from her seat and walked up to the window. She slid her wedding ring off and tossed it out as far as she could, watching it disappear somewhere near the train tracks. A pair of arms wrapped around her from behind. She smiled. Of course, this was going to be a long ride but she didn't mind. She finally felt safe. Violet was her support, her safe space, her rock. She slowly turned around and looked at the brunette. She couldn't believe it. They were free. Pearl looked up at Violet as she stood against the window, held by the latter. The petite blonde tilted her head up and Violet put her hand on her cheek, caressing it. Pearl could feel the love and care through that touch. She looked her in the eyes and smiled as well. Then she slowly reached down and kissed her. They stood there and kissed while the train was speeding south-west and carrying them closer and closer to their shared future. To freedom.

Hi! Thank you for reading. I hope you liked it. Comment what you think about it and if I should do a series of such oneshots. You're wonderful and worthy, never forget that. I love you❤