Meg sat in the car. It was her husband’s pride and joy. He was inside, entertaining people from his work yet again. He was always trying to impress everyone.
Meg had been married to Everett for almost four years. She’d been the doting wife. She kept their house tidy and spotless. Dinner was always on the table at six o’clock sharp. Yet most nights he got home well after nine. He’d then go into a fit of rage because his dinner was cold. She tried one time waiting until after he came home to fix dinner, thinking he’d like it hot and fresh. That set him off, and that was the first time he’d hit her. She was stunned. Everett immediately apologized and took her into his arms. She didn’t know how he did it, but he made her feel like it was her fault.
That was right before their first wedding anniversary. She made excuses for him, and he took her to Paris for their anniversary. It was like a second honeymoon.
Everett was loving for the next year. He hadn’t hit her again. It was close to their second anniversary when he announced he was getting a big promotion at work. For that anniversary they didn’t go on a trip. Instead they bought a house. It was one of the biggest in town. Everett loved it, while Meg felt it was a bit over the top. When she mentioned that he got very upset. He yelled at her about how hard he worked every day. He saw her as ungrateful and showed his anger on her face. She couldn’t leave the house for a week for fear of what people would think.
That was almost two years ago, and things had gotten worse. Meg was feeling the urge to become a mother, but she knew she couldn’t bring a baby into this relationship. Meg had spent a year saving money, keeping it all a secret from Everett. So here she now sat, in his prize possession, as he entertained a house full of snobs that Meg couldn’t stand. She looked behind her and backed out. Her smile reached from ear to ear as she felt freedom just inches away.
“Margaret!” she heard him yelling from the front porch. He knew she hated her formal name.
She backed out, pretending not to hear him. She had to slam on the brakes just as a dog ran behind the car. Meg soon felt Everett’s presence over her.
“Oh Everett, did you see that dog? Poor thing, I almost hit it!”
“What are you doing?” Everett bent down so his face was close to hers.
“I noticed we were low on our cocktail supplies. I was hoping to run out and return before anyone noticed I was gone.” She hoped he bought her lie.
“Get out and let me park the car. We have help to go to the store, and you know you’re not allowed to drive this car.”
Meg walked back to the front door. She wasn’t able to escape this time, but she was finally feeling brave, and she knew her day of freedom was just around the corner.