"If I held back the rain, would you numb the pain?"
Those song lyrics rang in her head, time and time again… She had to walk away from her martial home. Her husband. Her pets. Her whole life.
He can't be married to a shell of a woman anymore. Why would he want to puts his hands on her? His lips on hers?
Her arms ached. So did her heart. She knew it was the best thing for her to do… To leave everything and isolate herself. She knew she needed help, but it haunted her. The very thought made her whole body shiver, and the weather with the lack of clothing didn't help.
She had only packed bare minimum; as much as she could fit into an oversized backpack including her purse and passport. Her cell phone was in her backpack, the earbuds planted firmly in her ears blasting anything and everything from her iTunes playlist. She wanted to drown every sense out… to feel numb. She was doing a good job.
"Thanks weather," she muttered dryly.
Her jacket was only thin, covering up her war wounds and her jeans had rips in, baring her knees and blowing wind into the leg holes. The gusts of strong wind constantly took her breathe away as she found herself gasping for air every now and then.
She could have phoned a cab. To stop putting herself through this torment of walking in high winds. She shook her head and laughed slightly. Nope. What a stubborn cow she was…
What attracted her husband to her? She wasn't skinny; she had curves and breasts, but she wasn't toned like the females he worked with on the daily. She wasn't a blonde like his previous girlfriends. He was an attractive fella with all the females hanging on his every word, just like she was when she first met him in a seedy little bar. How typical.
"Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise. No one compares to you. I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side."
Lana Del Rey's crooning voice filled her ears, her eyes blinking at the truth coming from the song playing. She caught the time on her watch, and much more than that. The dried up red stains that were once liquid peering from underneath, making her eyes water with every flutter of her eyelashes.
Mark was coming home soon. He'll see their bedroom in array; the dogs with full food and water bowls in an empty martial home. He'll call out for her but no one will answer. He'll phone her cell and she'll leave it in her jeans pocket. She'll call him soon… Just not now. Her head was brimming with excuses, with thoughts, with pain and horror.
She zipped up her jacket, hoping to protect her from mother nature this afternoon. Maybe her only saving grace of the day. She shoved her hands in the shallow pockets, not daring to touch her phone. It would only lead in disaster. She continued to walk the long path… To run away.
The key clicked into the lock and with a turn, Mark had placed himself in his hallway, putting down his weighty suitcases beside the table that held the keys and important documents. The dogs barked happily, their tails wagging from side to side. They could easily play the drums if they wanted a career.
"Hey boys…" He murmured to them, scratching their heads with each hand. The two Husky dogs ran behind him, trying to get in-between his legs for further fuss. "Whoa, whoa… Calm down there!" He called out to them while trying to keep his balance.
Being 6'10" and built heavily, it was hard to knock him down, but the boys always made him tumble somewhat. He laughed heartily; loving his dogs will all his being and missing them whenever he was on the road.
He called his attention to the woman in life. His little miss. His Scarlett. It's been a few days since he saw her. His limited time on the road meant he spent more time with his wife, yet with WrestleMania coming around so soon, he had to do a little more for tapings and live shows to sell his match properly. Mark was always the upmost professional, always willing to go the extra mile to make the people entranced in whatever storyline he was involved with.
"Scarlett, honey, I'm home!" Mark chuckled to himself. He couldn't resist saying it. He waited a few moments, still scratching the dogs' heads, then called out again. "Scarlett!" His voice bellowed in the hallway.
No doubt his little miss was soaking away her life in the bath tub they had installed only a few weeks ago. She loved that thing. Her eyes light up when they first saw it in the store. It was perfect, and it fitted him in snugly as well. He trudged up the stairs – suitcases in hand – and headed straight for the en suite bathroom.
Seeing the door ajar and hearing no out of tune singing worried him. He called her name out again with a bit more force, waiting for a single sound. Upstairs was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and Mark didn't like it. He started looking in the other rooms, his pace quickening with every disappointment.
He grabbed his cell phone from his shirt pocket and dialled her number, putting it on speaker phone. The rings grew longer and longer… his patience wearing thin with every one. His little miss always answers the phone…
