She checked herself in the mirror one last time. The dress looked fine, her hair was fine, makeup covered her eye just fine. Everything was that... fine. A word she had used too many times over the past ten years. A word that never really meant anything good. It was Friday and they were going to family dinner at her parents' house. She didn't want to go but she had to. Randy was tight with them. She had despised them ever since they forced her to marry him but she always kept up the good daughter act around them.
Her mind wandered to Dean. No matter how hard she tried to push him out of her thoughts, he always sneaked his way back there. He would be at work right now. She wondered how he was feeling this evening.
"I said let's go," Randy said loud as he grabbed her arm, snatching her out of her thoughts.
"Sorry, I didn't hear you," she said.
"It's always the same with you. Your head is everywhere but where it's suppose to be," he said as he pushed her out of the bedroom.
A little while later they were sitting at the table at her parents' house. Dinner had been served and her parents and Randy talked over their plates. She wasn't hungry. She pushed the food around on her plate while thinking about Dean, about how good he looked, how he kissed her, how he would use his fingers on her. She bit her lip and smiled to herself.
"What are you smiling at?" Her mother suddenly asked, dragging her back to reality.
"Nothing," she answered.
"Aren't you gonna eat?" Her father asked.
"I'm not hungry," she answered.
"Eat!" Her father ordered.
He would always do that. Bark out an order and she would follow it. Not this time.
"No!" She barked back, pushing the plate away from her.
For a while they just stared at each other before her father finally looked away. She couldn't believe he had backed down for once.
A couple of minutes went by before her mother tried dragging her back into the conversation again.
"When am I gonna get grandchildren?" She asked out of nowhere.
"Never," Veronica answered.
Everyone went dead silent for a few seconds.
"Don't cause a scene," Randy sneered.
"Why not? You're embarrassed you're shooting blanks?" She asked, provoking him on purpuse.
She almost fell out of the chair as the back of his hand hit her across the face. She took a deep breath before standing up.
"You see? You see what I have to live with every fucking day? Abuse! Abuse because you forced me to marry him!" She shouted.
"Sit down and be quiet, please," her mother pleaded.
"Why? What's next, huh? You're gonna tell me that it's all my fault? That I bring the devil out in him?" Veronica shouted.
"You know you are! You need to start being a better wife to him!" Her father shouted back.
"Why dad? I never wanted to marry him to begin with and I still can't stand the sight of him after all these years!" She shouted.
"That doesn't matter. Know your place!" Her father shouted.
"My place?" She asked, thinking for a second. "My place isn't here."
She suddenly couldn't stop smiling. She backed away from the table.
"Where are you going?" Her mother asked.
"I'm gonna do something I should have done a long time ago," she answered and walked towards the door. "Oh, and Randy, I want a divorce."
Then she was gone.
She ran as fast as she could. She didn't stop until she stumbled into the supermarket. Dean looked up from the counter and smiled as he saw her.
"Dean..." She said short of breath as she made her way towards him.
"What's up?" He asked.
She raised her hand to tell him to wait as she caught her breath. Then she looked up at him and smiled. She reached over the counter to grab his shirt, pulled him near and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her and dragged her up on the counter.
"Good thing no customers are here," he said jokingly as they finally broke the kiss.
She let out a little giggle.
"I left him. I told him I want a divorce. I left both him and my parents. Please tell me you still want me," she said.
"Always," he said.
She stayed with him at the supermarket until it was time to close. They went to his car and drove to her house to pick up her clothes. The light was on inside. She sighed.
"You want me to go in there with you?" He asked.
"He's gonna be mad as hell," she answered.
"That's it. I'm going in there with you," he said as he opened the car door.
She opened the door to find both Randy and her parents inside.
"You brought him here!" Randy shouted.
Her mother broke down crying immietiately.
"How could you?" She yelled through her tears.
"No! How could you? How could you force me to marry that asshole?" Veronica shouted back.
She ran to the bedroom with Dean following her. She threw a suitcase on the bed and pointed towards a closet.
"Just take everything," she said.
He opened it and took out her clothes and stuffed it in the suitcase. He closed the suitcase and carried it out of the bedroom.
"Where do you think you're going?" Randy sneered as they walked into the livingroom again.
She stopped and looked at him.
"I'm going to live my life as I always wanted to," she answered.
"We're gonna cut you off. No money, you understand that?" Her father yelled.
"I understand just fine. I don't want your money. I don't care that I'm not gonna live as fancy as I've done until now. These fancy things don't mean anything to me. Dean is the only one that means something to me and you can't keep us apart anymore," she said completely calm.
"If you think I'm gonna sign any divorce papers..." Randy started.
"I don't expect you to make it easy on me and that's alright. It's not like I'm in a hurry to marry Dean so take your time. The prenup is signed so I'm not coming after your money and I don't want the house or anything in it so I guess your lawyer can't drag it out too long anyway," she said.
She turned around and walked out of the house together with Dean.
Out in the car he reached over and grabbed her hand.
"I am gonna ask you one day, you know," he said.
"Ask me what?" She asked.
"To marry me. Not right now of course but one day I'll do it and I'll expect you to say yes," he said.
"Like I would ever say anything else to you," she said.