Chapter 1 The Divorce
"I want a divorce John" her words stern, yet weak at the same time.
"A divorce?" a smile crept on his face like he was taking it all in as a joke. "Are you kidding me? is it April Fool's Day already?" He said with the same dumb founded smile on his face, which was now slowly decreasing into a frown when he saw the cold look in her eye and expressionless face.
"I want a divorce John" she repeated only her words stronger and mre bitter then the first time. Her words went through his heart like a bullet. His face raw and turning red into anger and sadness at the same time.
He lifted himself off the couch and started stumbling towards her, leaving his beer bottles and cigarette butts behind.
As he got closer to her she could smell the alcohol on his breath and the cigarette smoke on his clothes.
"And why would you want a divorce?" he was right in her face, they're nose almost meeting. They stared at each other face to face each other's eye's cold and hard, motionless.
She felt his anger and fear had stricken her body when she saw how drunk he was, his speech slurred his eye's weird, the way he stumbled, but she stood her ground.
"Because" she replied slowly taking a slight step back, in case his reaction wasn't verbal, but physical towards her.
"I want a divorce because your never home anymore John, you love your work more then me ..... or Mary." she said while pointing to a photo of they're five year old daughter that hung proudly on the living room wall.
She could tell he was outraged, his fingers tapping his thighs, his jaw tightened, his breathing getting deeper and faster every second.
She took another small step back and continued.
" You're abusive and a drunk, you smoke more then six packs a day! I also know about Agatha John, I know that when you say you have to work late, you just really screw around with her."
Her voice shook like she was about to start crying, it felt like a thousand bee's were tinging her eye's from all the tears welling up inside. But her face stayed strong.
John Anderton chief of police stood there, he knew what she said was true, but he was not about to be made a fool of and give it up.
"I don't know what your talking about." He replied Cooley.
"YES YOU DO JOHN!"
She yelled almost sure that she had woken Mary up.
"I want you out of this house." She said, this time softer and lower, her eye's still stern and full of hate.
"And where do you expect me to go Laura?" His oice sarcastic and doubtful.
"Go to Agatha's. I'm sure she'll be happy to see you." She folded her arms ready for whatever he had to give her in reply.
But instead he backed up, headed for the kitchen and out the door.
She followed him up to the porch and watched him through the night stumble to his car, "I'll be back for my stuff and Mary!"
He yelled to her, as he climbed in the passenger seat of his car and slammed the door. The car automatically went into drunk driver mode and a inflatable dummy popped into the drivers seat and the car started to drive away.
"He'll get Mary over my dead body." She mumbled turning and heading back into the house.
She didn't expect John to give up that easy, but she was glad that he did before things really heated up.
Her head was pounding now, she walked up the stairs, towards Mary's room, she peeked her head in to see Mary sleeping.
Laura walked to her room and face planted onto her bed and started crying.