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For the past few weeks Emily's been doing whatever she wants. She drinks his expensive vintage wine from the shelf she's not allowed to touch, he smokes the cigarettes she finds in his back pocket and roamed the he house with greasy hair and chipped nail polish. She feels free, like this was the first time she's ever been able to breathe. But what she enjoys more is how crazy its driving Charles, like he's never thought of her as a person with emotions, but as a puppet he could control. He's lost all control and his slowing losing his sanity, and she took great pleasure in his down fall. "Emily" his yells her name for the millionth time. "Ughh again?" Millie groans "what does he want this time" "Just wait, we'll find out" Emily replies out loud. She understands why he's mad, he came home to his mentally ill wife lying on the floor drunk with half a cigarette in between her fingers. But what she doesn't understand is why he's still yelling, he knows she won't listen, why waste the
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Charles gets home by 7 am the next day, he didn't get a wink of sleep. The last thing he needs is another argument with Emily. He smells a strong fragrance, it was perfume. The follows the smell to Emily's room. He finds her elegantly dressed in a little black dress that stops right before her knees, thigh high leather boots and pearl necklace and matching earrings. "Now this is what I like" he smirk's "I'm going out" she turns to him. He chuckles, she hasn't gone outside in almost a decade, where could she even go "oh, and where may I ask, are you going?""Out" she stars directly into his eyes, the same blank emotionless expression she's always had. "I need to buy a few things""What is it I'll just tell Eric to get it for you " he pulls his phone out of his pocket "No" she picks up a small black clutch "tell Eric to pick me up in 5 minutes, I'm going out" she says in a demanding tone He frowns, staring into her eyes. Maybe is he looks threatening she'll back down. She doesn't
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The car stops and Eric opens the door for her. She comes done, placing one foot in front of the other. "Where are we" she observes the area"You said you wanted to buy something, so we're at the mall" he answers confused by the question. "Oh" she says moving her hair out of her face. She looks around exploring the area, from the clothing shop to the shoe shop, from sephora to forever 21. This place is amazing, you can find anything here. "Excuse me ma'm" a young girl in an apron calls out her name. "Would you be interested in a sample""A sample of what" she tilts her head a little"We have a new product that we're trying to promote..." she explains "We don't have time for this" millie says " remember why we came here " "Sorry I have to go" she walks away. Eyes follow her as she walks around the store. People wondering who she was, and why she was so elegantly dressed. But it wasn't just the dress, Emily is a beauty. Soft, pale skin that hasn't touched sun light in almost 10 y
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They drove around for hours, no destination, just warm breeze and vintage songs playing on the radio. "It's getting late, maybe we should start going-""no" she cut him off "But Mr. Charles said-""Don't ruin this moment with words Eric" she said sticking her head out the window. The wind blows her hair up and down and all around, into her mouth and eyes but she didn't care. She started to think of what her life could have been if she wasn't with Charles, all the places she could have gone and things she could have done. Those things were still possible, she could jump out of this car right now and run with the wind to somewhere far-far from here, far from Charles. But she isn't who she used to be, she's no longer young and wild. She's a mad old woman and running from her problems won't solve anything. They drove round in circles for hours just to pass time. Soon it was time to return home. "Your late" Charles sat in a dark room awaiting her return."I know" She answers nonchalan
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He arrives home, last as always. "Emily" he calls out, no answer. she must be asleep, he assumes taking of his jacket, then making his way to her room.He opens the door and is greeted with the smell of vanilla. The room is dark, a scented candle providing a deem light. He walks up to her unconscious body, moving her hair out of her face with his finger. She looks so peaceful. He thinks to himself. He lifts his gaze and looks around the room, it looks the same as it has always looked for the past 20 years, but something felt different, she's hiding something from him, he could feel it."What are you hiding" He whispers staring at her resting face. He turns his neck, to enjoy staring at her from a different angle. His smile turns to a frown, and he stands up and walks out of the room, slamming the door behind him with no regard to weather he might wake her.He walks to his room, stomping one foot after the other. It's a mess, ever since Emily refused to do anything around the hou
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She lies awake, staring at Charles. He has his arm raped around her waist. He looks so peaceful, so calm. This was the first night she had spent with him in years. Old memories of nights they spent together lovingly in each other's arms flood her memory. "Dont forget the plan," millie reminds her She slowly frees herself of his grip and again starts searching his room. She quietly opens every cabinet, every bag, and checks every pocket in his pants and suite but finds nothing.Just when she was about to give up, she saw something from the corner of her eyes. It reflected the moonlight catching her attention. Something under the bed. She moves closer to it. It was a key, a gold key with a pink ribbon raped around it. "Hmm," she hummed, confused. She put the key in her pocket and made her way to the door. . In her room, she studied the key. It was bright yellow, no pure gold. Almost immediately, she remembered the large gold door hidden on the other side of the mansion.Her he
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Deemed lights, scented candles, and the sweet scent of lavender dancing around the room. She seats in front of her large makeup mirror, brushing her light golden hair, painting her lips devil red and anything to make her more appealing. Her blue eyes become flooded with water and tears start to overflow ruining her massacre. She lifted her eyelids to stare at her reflection. What she was; a middle-aged woman, with wrinkles under her eyes, and black tears flowing under her cheeks. No wonder he didn't love her. No time for tears. She wipes her face and covers her face with powder. He'll be home any moment now. The table is set. She put in extra effort today, to prepare the food, so they could eat dinner together while having a conversation about work, just like the good old days. A smile crawls up her face, just as the door swings open. "Another one?" He slams the door behind him, yelling at someone over the phone "Tell those assholes I just got home and I'm too exhausted to deal
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Sunlight from the window pierces her eyes. She opens her eyes and spots her beloved, wearing a black suit and getting ready for another day of work. He checks his phone after another ding drew his attention. He has his classic frown plastered on his wrinkly face, messages always annoy him, they always have something to do with work. But why is he smiling at this one, why are his lips curved upwards and his eyes glittering? Who sent him that message? His eyes glance towards the bed, where his gaze meets Emily's. The smile was washed off his face like it was never there, to begin with. She hides under the large soft sheets, ashamed of her wrinkles and dark circles. Before she can sneak a peak at him, he was gone. Sounds of the roaring limo fill the house, followed by a loud screech from the tires and then silence. A heavy sigh escapes her lips, being once again abandoned in this large empty house. Emily Hensley, a blond 46-year-old. Once a legend of the stage, now a happily marrie
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