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Long Ago and not so Far Away...
It was raining heavily over the window that Isadora looked out from. There were no lights on in the apartment. How could Tom neglect the utility bills? Isadora thought as she was due in a few months, and Tom was gone every night. A baby girl, and Tom is so careless. Isadora's tear filled honey-brown eyes reflected with the light of the street lamps outside. The rain drops on the window left streaks of shadow on her face.
Perhaps he leads a double life; there is an obsession he has that pulls him from me. I'm stupid. I should have noticed the coldness of his eyes, the red in his pupils when he's excited. The day we conceived, he was drunk. He couldn't stop himself, and I wanted him so I took a risk. Now I'm pregnant. But he must love me. He's here in the day, but I know nothing about his night job. No, these are my fears. He loves the baby. He just forgot to pay the bill. I love him. Sure, he has a temper, but when he got me pregnant he did the right thing and married me, even if I'm younger. He's never stopped apologizing. I know he never meant to hurt me. I can't be alone…
The door at the end of the hall was almost falling off the hinges from the slamming.
"Damnit, Izzy! Can you not interrogate me about my life for one second? And this soup's tasteless!" Tom throws the bowl of minestrone soup and it shatters on the kitchen wall.
"For heaven's sake, Tom! I'm not the only one waiting for you! Listen, if you don't want the baby, I'll leave and take care of her myself. I love her, and I love you! Nothing is good enough for you anymore. Didn't we get married? I didn't marry a wall, Tom!"
"You act as if I betray you." Tom voiced in a lazy drawl.
"You may as well, because I need you here, but there something else that's more important."
"SHUT-UP! Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" Tom lunges at Isadora.
"Nooo, stop!" Tom grabs Isadora by her upper arms, digging his fingers in and bruising her. He glares at her, penetrating her soul with his red-speckled green eyes. He sees fear, and leaves the apartment and a tearing Isadora.
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