Prompt 164
"Back to square one," the skinny, blond woman sighed while stuffing away all of his pictures, and everything that reminded her of him. She wondered why she had kept up with him for two years, two long, miserable years. Finally, the girl had put an end to it.
While he was at work all the time and never was home to take care of the children or to check up on his own wife. She wondered if he even cared about them or even was aware of his negligence. He had been verbally hurting the children - long nights without a father to tuck them in, no father to protect them, no father to care for them.
The woman kept ranting while putting up his stuff. "He's gone forever, now.." She muttered, with a grim, creepy smile on her face. She went to her basement. There he was, tied and attached to an old, blood stained bed. His glassy eyes were glued to an object that she could not see, his blood was splattered all over the place. She still had the same expression on her face, she walked up to his empty, dead body and kissed it.
"I love you and I always will, you never forget that..." She said while walking back up to the first floor, and. locking the basement door on her way out. The phone rang.
"Hello?" She answered, calmly.
"Are you ready for our date, Margaret?" The soothing voice asked.
"Yes, I'm on my way. My kids are at a friends. I'll see you soon, honey!" Margaret exclaimed as she hung up. "Maybe this will be the right one," she asked after she had hung up.
Margaret walked out the door with a wonderful smile - a bit creepy though. She walked to the car, entered, and started it. Margaret was an aggressive driver and she had always been one, honking almost the whole time to the man's house.
She finally arrived. Exiting the car, she walked up to the door and knocked a couple of times and than entered. "Hello, Dan?" Margaret yelled. His house was huge - almost like a mansion, it had huge, twisting stairs leading up to the second story. The tiles were nice - looked more like polished stone of some sort. The walls were a nice light brown, almost tan.
Margaret slammed the door close on her way in. She sat herself down on the smooth, Persian couch. She reached to the end table and grabbed a TV remote and turned on the big, flat-screen, HD TV. "Why not waste time?" She said. While flipping through a few channels Dan finally came down the winding stairs with a little, young girl by his side - holding his hand. She gave the girl a quick frown.
The girl ignored her, almost not noticing it. "Hey, there." Margaret said with a grin.
He returned the smile, "Hey! This is little Emily here." He said as he pointed to a little child. "She is my daughter - say hi Emily." He commanded.
"H-hi.." She said nervously.
Dan grabbed her hand and walked down to Margaret. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Do you mind if Emily comes along?" He asked, but he already had the answer. Emily was dressed up and ready for food.
"Not at all..." Margaret answered regretfully. She let out a quick and quiet sigh - it was a good thing no one noticed.
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They sat down at the nice dinner table, it was a sea-food restaurant. There was all kinds of scenery. There was a waitress already at the table. The lady gave Dan and Margaret a menu and Emily a children's menu. Emily was very afraid of Margaret, already. Somehow she sensed something wrong with her, her hostility maybe?
"What would you like to drink, miss?" The waitress asked Margaret.
"Red rum, please. Thanks." She answered.
"And what about you two?"
"Little miss Emily would like cherry soda and I would enjoy some sweetened tea."
"Coming right up!" The waitress said cheerfully.
"How old is Emily?" Margaret asked, as if Emily were an object. She wanted to break the ice, everyone seemed so tense.
"I'm nine." She answered, a bit arrogant. Emily was very intelligent for her age - almost the mental capacity of someone thirteen years old.
"Yes, and growing too!" Dan commented proudly.
"Aw, she's so cute! I love your blond hair." Margaret said as she became aware that the waitress had arrived with the drinks. She sat down the drinks and they all gave a fast, thanks.
"Thanks.." Emily answered, she was embarrassed.
"You're welcome, sweetie."
Emily shot Margaret a bad look. "Dad, I have to go to the bathroom.." Emily exclaimed.
"Margaret can take you, won't you?" He asked politely.
"Sure," Margaret answered, taking Emily's hand and walking toward the bathroom. Emily went to her own stall, Margaret stood at the sinks, waiting. She looked at her complexion in the mirror. Her face was rather pale and she did not have much of a smile on her face.
Emily flushed the toilet and began to walk out, Margaret grabbed her wrist. "Wash your hands, honey." She said. "Did I just call her honey?" She thought to herself.. "Well, might as well play nice girlfriend role." She said to herself.
Emily ripped her wrist from Margaret's tight grip. She placed her hands under the sink and the automatic sink turned on with cool water. She pushed upon the soap dispenser as a tiny squirt of soap came out. Emily rubbed her hands together and washed them before drying them off.
"Thank you, Emily."
"Yeah..."
"Is something wrong?" Margaret asked.
"Nothing. He always has another girl each week...it's dumb."
"Oh, really?" Margaret became angry, she bit her lip, but hid her anger it well.
"Yes." Emily answered, lying.
They walked out of the bathroom and arrived at the dinner table. The waitress was waiting with a bit of attitude. They all ordered their food. "Dan, have you been in the dating scene for a while?" Margaret asked curiously.
"No, it's been a while since I've dated. I've been missing dating other people and meeting people, you know? Sometimes I just don't realize it. I'm glad I met you." He answered. Margaret give a glare toward Emily. "She's a child... Children lie." Margaret thought to herself.
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Okay, I just wrote this from the top of my head. It's for a contest - please review. I think I will continue it. Anyways, thanks!
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