Scowling at the pile of clean clothes she’d dumped on the bed two--or was it three--days ago, she shoved them out of the way and curled her body around the one ragged shirt of Ben’s she’d managed to hide from her sister’s prying eyes. There was no sense in letting Beau know it was still around, she was sure to throw it away like she’d tossed every other one. Kat wanted to be angry with her meddling sister, but her sister was all she had left, and she wasn’t about to lose her too.
Pushing her back against the wall, she tried to fight the sleep that would inevitably lead to the dream, but knew it was a feeble effort. Her body was screaming for the sleep she’d denied it the past couple of days, and before she knew it she’d slipped into the past.
“Hey, babe!”
“What?” Kat looked up from the suitcase she was attempting to drag across the front yard.
“I’ll get that,” Ben said as he jogged over to her and pulled the suitcase from her.
“But you’ve done it all.” She crossed her arms in front of her.
“That’s okay.” He quickly leaned down and kissed her forehead. “That’s what husbands are supposed to do, didn’t anyone ever tell you that?”
“I guess not,” she said as she smiled grudgingly.
“You can do me a favor though.”
“What’s that?” Kat perked up at the idea of doing something, anything if it meant he didn’t have to do it all.
“I think I left my wallet on the bathroom counter. Would you grab it for me?”
“Sure thing, hon.” She smiled and turned back to the house she had locked up only five minutes earlier. Digging through her pockets, which seemed strangely tiny, she finally found the house key and let herself in. She was momentarily surprised to see the walls decorated in dancing elephants and wondered why she couldn’t remember putting the elephants up. Shrugging, she focused on her mission. She needed to find the wallet.
“Well, where is it?” She muttered to herself as she pushed aside the clutter on the counter
She sighed. No wallet. She decided to throw her net wider and started looking around. She glanced into their bedroom, but didn’t see it on any of the surfaces. Glancing back into the bathroom her gaze swept the room. Just as she was about to give up her eyes fell on the corner of the leather wallet. It was on the floor peeking from underneath a baby blanket. Why on earth was there a baby blanket in the bathroom?
“Aha!” Pushing aside the blanket, she grabbed up the wallet
As she exited the house she noticed Ben slam the trunk of the car and head towards the driver’s side.
“Give me a minute, hon,” she called. “I just have to lock up.”
He gave her a thumbs up and opened the door to the red Honda.
Locking the house, she tossed her keys back into her pocket and headed to the car. Just as her foot hit the cement of the sidewalk an explosion ripped through the car. The force of it tore the hood from the car and flung it nearly 500 feet away where it landed in the neighbor’s yard. The blast was so powerful that she was thrown backwards, and she felt immense pain flare up her back as she landed against the house. Her head bounced off the brown brick, and her eyes teared up as gas fumes blew her direction. The heat of the flames swept over her in waves. The flames licked the car, and she imagined she could see Ben struggling against the fire that engulfed the vehicle.
A scream ripped from Kat’s mouth as she awoke. Sweat ran down her face as she looked around at her surroundings. It was dark still, and she was wedged between the wall and the edge of the bed. The only sound in the night was her heavy breathing.
She’d fallen asleep and her nightmare had returned. Again.
She rubbed her palms violently against her eyes, hoping to wipe out the memory. She glanced over at the clock and saw 2:47 flash back at her. She probably wouldn’t get back to sleep this night. The sheets were entangled around her legs, and she kicked them away as she attempted to get out of the bed. Her head throbbed and she wasn’t sure if it was from the dream or because she’d knocked it against the wall in her nightmarish struggle against the past.
She was under no illusion about why the memory kept resurfacing. Only two weeks before was the anniversary of that day, a day she longed to forget.
Stumbling into the kitchen, she flicked on the lights and headed toward the sink. Piles of dirty dishes were scattered around the counter, finding a clean one took effort but she managed. Turning on the faucet she filled the glass and reached for the pill bottle that rested on the window ledge.
She sighed. The doctor had prescribed the sleeping pills months ago. She just wasn’t sure she wanted to take them. They scared her because she remembered those early months when she probably would have ended her life if they had been readily available.
Setting the bottle back on the sill she instead grabbed the bottle of aspirin and quickly gulped down two. Maybe she could at least get rid of the pounding headache. As she gulped down the water her eyes fell on the Bible sitting on her table.
Leaving the glass on the counter, she walked over to the book. Beau had brought it by earlier. Said Kat needed to start reading it again, to give the pain to God. Trust her sister to remind her about God. She grimly eyed the book and turned from it. She was still angry at God, and she wasn’t sure she was ready to let go of that anger. The anger reminded her she was still alive. She was still alive, and Ben was dead.
Turning out the kitchen light, she headed back toward the bedroom. She would try again to sleep. Maybe the dream wouldn’t come back tonight. She knew it was a hopeless thought, it would be back. If not tonight, then tomorrow. She would just have to learn to deal with it.
I would read more of this one. I think you have a unique gift with words. I don't write much anymore and my skills really favored the editing side anyway. You paint vivid word pictures but I sense that you are going to develop characters to their fullest. Thanks for letting me read this!
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