Good morning all. It is a cold and frosty one today. The back yard looks like it was sprinkled with powdered sugar and then heated until it became a crispy glaze. Not that baking is on my mind or anything. Although soon there will be pie. It is my contribution to the thanksgiving feast. But they won’t be made until next week so they will be fresh for the feast. I’m just adding baking needs to the shopping list, hence the baking on my mind. But that is for later. Right now, it is all about the prompt. Are you ready? fabulous. Let’s go.
I like this one. So many little bits to play with. many of them potentially quite dark. I know, not the drama you want in your own life but when writing, the darkness is fun to play with. It is an opportunity to be both demon and demon slayer. Always fun. I think this one is one that I will be coming back to.I’m not sure it if will be the beginning of the story or not. But it will be one I come back to.
Wednesday, November 17th: His eyes narrowed in speculation.
His eyes narrowed in speculation. “What do you mean, you are leaving?” He asked. His voice was harsh with disbelief.
“I mean I’m leaving,” she said. She had in fact tried to be gone before he returned home. She had a note written and ready to go in her back pocket. Her belongings, what few she had, were stashed in the car outside. She intended to do one more pass through before dropping the note off on the kitchen table and walking out for the final time. She had no intention of ever returning to this place. Now with him here, she knew she wasn’t going back upstairs. She didn’t think he’d really keep her here, but there was a small part of her that wondered if he’d try.
“And where do you plan to go?” he asked.
“I haven’t quite figured that out yet,” she told him. “I just…I need to go.”
A dark smile eased to his lips. “And what do you plan to use for money?” he asked. “I know you haven’t got any.”
Julia felt the heat creep to her cheeks. He laughed. She let him think it was embarrassment rather than anger.
“I’ll figure something out,” she said.
“I’m sure you will,” he told her. “Or at least you’ll try.” She saw the tension leave his body. “And when you realize you can’t make it in the big wide world, you’ll come back.” He shook his head. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell the others that you just went for a short vacation with friends so you won’t be completely humiliated in front of them when you return. Only you and I will know how badly you failed.”
He stood to the side and made a sweeping gesture towards the open front door. “enjoy your trip.”
There was mocking laughter etched in every word. Not trusting her voice, she turned and walksed towards it. Her lets felt brittle but she made it to the door. She stepped out into the drive, feeling better as soon as she passed the threshold. She walked to her car. As she opened the door and slipped into the driver’s seat, she flicked her eyes to the doorframe. He was standing there, smirking and waving goodbye mockingly.
She took a deep breath, closed the door and started the engine. ‘Don’t race out of the drive,’ she told herself. She put the car in drive and headed out of the driveway. She turned onto the main road and began to drive. She counted her breaths and the spaces between them as she drove away. In her rearview mirror she could still see the house. It was placed on a hill so it would remain in sight for a while. While it was in view, she kept her mind blank as though the house and its occupants could hear her thoughts, detect her plans.
It was silly, but until she reached the interstate and the house was no longer in view, even the tip of its eastern tower turret, did she start to relax. She hadn’t been honest with her step-father when leaving. She did have a destination in mind. A very carefully planned and thought out destination in mind.
‘And he was wrong about the money too,’ she thought to herself. Although that was something she wasn’t going to voice out loud, at least not yet. Mentioning money around her family was always chancy at best. You would either be mocked as a liar or it would be taken from you and you would be called a thief for not giving it to them in the first place.
It was why she always used the term volunteer when she spoke of her job. She called it volunteer work experience. And truthfully, that was how it began when she was fourteen. Then they had a staffing shortage, she applied for the open position and became a part-time and weekend employee. The family didn’t mind as her long volunteer hours meant she couldn’t get a job and was still dependent upon them. She was still beholden and had to obey. It meant that all of her pay went into her savings account, as she couldn’t afford to be seen spending anything they didn’t give her. She mentally thanked her grandfather for helping her to open the account without their knowledge.
‘It means I have a good savings to start with,’ she told herself, dismissing the secrecy and the strength it took not to spend any of the money she earned.