The New Click

The Great Escape

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 I stared at the door, the microwave beeping, my heart pounding. What does this mean? What happens now? Where did he go? When will he be back? Do I want him to come back? Questions stacked in my mind as my body was numb. Who do I even tell? Do I tell someone about it? I slowly lower my hand still wondering about this and that and finally turned off the microwave. I still didn't totally know what to do so, the only thing that came to mind was to just do my nightly routine and try to forget about it. So, that's what I did.

     I put everything away and hesitated locking the door. I mean, he did bring his coat with him, so I would assume he still had his key with him. With that, I locked the door and headed upstairs to wash off my makeup and do my skincare. However, when I continued with my routine my mind was still rushing around with questions, what ifs, and different situations. It was all getting to be too much before I turned to medicine for my growing headache and hoping I don't overdose on painkillers.

~ Memory End ~

      Soon, I was passed out and nothing else happened that night. No doors opening, no talk, no text, no call, nothing. At this point, I guess I thought that would've been it and he would come back apologizing for his actions with things like flowers and an actual 'I'm sorry'. But, I guess that was too much to ask since after that day, he didn't come home until two more days later piss drunk from a night out with his buddies. I tried to ask him about the night he hit me, to try and resolve a strain that was beginning to form in our relationship. However, he only slurred his words and shooed me off, getting to the point where he would try and hit me once more. I hated whenever he went out with his buddies because he would never come home sober. Or sometimes... he wouldn't come back at all. 

     Thinking about it again made my head and my heartache, reliving the love I used to have for a man that left me in pieces. It made me feel idiotic, I mean, I was with him for years upon years upon even more years and I never realized that something was seriously wrong. Not until women started talking about stories of their partners doing all of these loving gestures and saying adorable things, that I finally started to realize that something was different about us compared to these people. That they were living lives like it was a fairytale. Their fairytale told stories of going on dates at romantic spots, getting engaged where they had first met, and even stories of sticking by one another when events in the others family went down. On the other hand, my fairytale was strung up with stories of false fantasies and lies which I believed. Looking back on it now, I think my biggest issue was that I was expecting something that in reality, would never come.

     The reason I say this, is because he hadn't taken me on a date in four years, he would never be in a hurry to come home, he almost never came home on special occasions when we moved in together, and that talk of starting an actual family and marriage was just pushed aside, never to be brought up again. It didn't seem right, it didn't seem like the fairytale I deserved. I finally realized that our relationship isn't what I wanted almost too late. Thankfully, I got out of there, well, literally crawled out of there with nothing but a plane ticket back to Australia and some things I was able to grab. 

~ Memory Start ~

 That night was dark and rainy... I'm just kidding it was just dark, but it was also 1 o'clock in the morning. I had been preparing to leave for weeks now, but never had the courage to do so. Luckily, I had gained some confidence and decided tonight was the night and once he went to bed, I started to gather some necessities in a small luggage. I grabbed things like my toothbrush and toothpaste, hairbrush, clothes, and happily got a wad of some cash as well his keys from his work bag he had left downstairs. Everything was going fine... until I was about to close the door. I had my luggage ready for me to grab and go, but the door slammed a little too hard and that's when I heard movement upstairs. He was a pretty light sleeper, and the door was as heavy as if it were made of steel, so closing it was a challenge. I had practiced this part of my plan, but I guess not well enough. Anyways, my mind jolted back to the present and went immediately into panic mode. I bolted down the hall of our apartment building and straight to the elevator, silently saying prayers and hitting the button like it was a cookie clicker game. Once it opened, I looked down the hall once more to see him looking at me with a wide eyed expression that soon turned in pure fury. That's when I threw myself into the elevator and mashed the 'close door button' as fast as my fingers could. I could hear his screaming down the hall grow louder and louder as the door closed. Every inch the door moved made my stress level skyrocketed, luckily, it closed before he got to the door which made me have a slight moment of relief and time to go over my plan again.