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[justify]I stood before the stove, staring into the pot of potato soup that I had been cooking for the past twenty minutes. It had to be perfect. Occasionally, my eyes rose slightly to stare at the clock, read across the shelf above.
8:33
Letting go of the wooden spoon, I bent down, pulling down the over door to peer in at the cherry pie that had been baking. That had to be perfect too; I wanted everything to be perfect for when Shane came home. Shutting the door, I stood back up, and turned the off the eye of the stove, and slid the pot to the opposite side of the stove-top to avoid burning it. Reaching onto the counter, I pulled an oven mitt over my hand and retrieved the pastry. It too, I sat on the top of the stove.
From the other room, the front door opening, the sound of boots stepping onto the wooden floor, and the door shutting then, broke the eerie silence that had filled my home. My hands shook, and my breathing became uneven.
After a few moments of hesitation, I called out in a happy tone, "I have dinner ready in the kitchen, babe!"
After that, I head the sound of the boots growing louder, and closer. Within a few moments, I saw my husband standing in the doorway.
"Aww, babe. Thanks! I had such a rough day at work; I'm the luckiest man alive to get to come home to a hot dinner, and such a beautiful wife," he said in a grateful tone, while strolling over to my side, wrapping his arm around me, and kissing my forehead.
The second his hand touched my body, I clamped my teeth hard together, but didn't flinch. Instead, I smiled and turned away from him, and reached for two bowls from my cupboard.
"Sit, Hun. I've got this," I said politely, before filling the China with the soup.
With two bowls in my hands, I made my way out of the kitchen to the dinning room where I sat the bowl down in front of him, and took my seat across from him.
Staring at him, I waited for him to have the first taste, to make sure I hadn't ruined it.
When he put the spoon to his mouth and tasted it, he smiled.
"You're always the best cook; did you know that?"
Breathing a sigh of relief, I replied, "Thanks, babe. I was hoping that it'd be alright. I tried a new recipe tonight, so I took a big risk.
For the next several moments, we just sat and ate our dinner, like a normal, married couple would. It was so nice; relaxing.
After we had both finished, I took our dishes, and stored them in the dishwasher.
"Shane, I also made you a pie. It's your favorite; cherry," I said in a cheerful voice, lifting it from the stove-top and setting it in front of him, while slicing him a piece.
"Awesome!" He exclaimed, lifting his fork and tearing off a small piece.

What happened next absolutely horrified me.
With a disgusted look, he spit out the bit of pie onto the floor. Flipping the slice over with his fork, he revealed that the crust of the pie was nearly black. I had sat the pie on the stove on the eye that was still burning.
I watched in disbelief, my blood running cold. He said nothing, just staring at his plate with that same disgusted look.
"I-I-I'm sorry honey, I'll fix it. I'll bake you a new one!" I said frantically, running to his side and grabbing the plate.
The second my hand touched the dish, he reached out and gripped my wrist with strength I had never felt before. I cried out, but silenced myself. He looked into my eyes, intense hatred read upon his face.
"I don't want anything else. You've ruined my dinner. Just clean up. NOW!"
His last word was yelled so loudly that my ears rang. The second he let go, I took the plate and sat it carefully in the sink. I couldn't hold anything in at that moment. It all came rushing out, and I broke out into tears.
I heard a heavy sigh from Shane, and his chair sliding back against the tile.
"Babe, I'm sorry. I'm just grumpy," he said quietly, in a regretful tone as he strolled over to me.
"Won't you hug me, or kiss me, please?" He sounded like a child, trying to charismatically get his way out of punishment.
"No... I.. I'm going to bed, I said, turning to face him.
What had I done. I should not have said that.
The slap across my face broke out like a bad toothache. I fell to the floor, but I still didn't scream, although I was crying.
What I did in that next moment surprised me too. All in one motion, I picked myself from the floor and ran out of the room. I don't know where I was running to, exactly, but all I wanted was to be away from him.
"Get back here, you little b*tch!" He called after me.
Running into the living room, I was like a deer in headlights. I was frozen, just staring at the wall, unable to move.
His footsteps thundered into the room, and I was pulled back into reality.
His face was enraged, and he was wielding the same knife I had used to cut the pie.
Sobbing uncontrollably, I backed up against the wall as he stepped towards me.
"No, Shane, I- Please don't, I..."
I couldn't even speak.
The next second, he pressed me up against the wall, his hand around my neck.
I gasped for air, but couldn't inhale. I couldn't even exhale. All I could do was struggle, and choke. The world around me was spinning, darkening...
In one last effort, I lashed out. Driving my knee up and into his groin, his weight was thrown off of me. The two of us fell to the floor.
Gasping for air, I coughed erratically, putting my hand over my neck. My world slowly stabilized again.
I looked over, and saw Shane still lying there, unmoving. At first I didn't know what had happened. But it was then that I noticed the chocolate-red colored pool beginning to form under his torso.
He had fallen onto the knife.
I still didn't scream.
Without being fully conscious of what I was doing, I weakly lifted myself from the floor, ran into the hallway, and into our bedroom.
I leaned against the bed, ripping the heels from my feet, and slipping the dress from my body.
Yanking open my dresser drawers, I retrieved a t-shirt and jeans, along with a jacket. Making my way to the closet, I pulled out an old pair of tennis shoes. Dressing myself in this newly put together outfit, I threw my hood up over my head, and ran back into the living room.
The first thing I saw when I entered the room was Shane's still, crumpled body.
He was dead, that was for sure. Later on, it would hit me that I had actually committed a murder, but now all that was on my mind was getting the hell out of there. Stepping over his lifeless body, I ran to the front door, pulled my wallet and keys from the jacket that hung on the coat rack, peeled out of my driveway, and drove. And drove. And drove.
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[justify]For a few quick moments, my eyes drifted from the windshield. Fluttering them slowly, I knew better than to let my fatigue get the best of me. Sighing deeply, I blinked, my eyes burning, and starting to water. They had become rather dry from the salt in my tears.
Glancing downwards at the radio set, the clock read 5:50 AM. I wrinkled my forehead, and stared back into the crimson colored sky.
It was much, much later than I thought. It seemed like just twenty minutes ago, I was fleeing from my home; my town; my family and friends. Everything.
On a positive note, I had stopped crying. I felt almost...happy, was it?
Thinking back on it, I realized how much of an idiot I was to marry a man I had known for two months at 21, and stay and put up with his abuse for three years. How could I let myself do something like that?
Although, none of that mattered. I was free. At least, for now. I pushed aside the thoughts of my later consequences, and looked to the right at a green sign that my car lights had illuminated.
Hickory, NC - 8 miles
Finally exhaling after what seemed like holding my breath for hours, I couldn't have been happier to finally know that I was coming to civilization after almost nine hours of driving.

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After arriving in Hickory, it didn't take me long to find what I needed. Money, was for sure. I only had $45 in my wallet at the time, and that wouldn't even get me far enough to have somewhere to stay for one night.
Parking in front of a Wal-mart, the locals had not yet started swarming. It was drizzling outside, but not yet full on showers. Keeping my hood up and tucking my chin into my jacket to best hide my face, I swept my card through an ATM, and withdrew $800. That'd be enough for food and a place to stay for a couple days.
Setting a GPS in my smart phone, I located the nearest motel, and checked in there. For the next eight hours, all I could think of was getting the rest that I desperately needed.

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Sitting straight up in my bed so fast that I nearly had whiplash, my heart was racing faster than I ever though possible. Immediately, I pulled the chain to the lamp at my bedside table. After looking about the room several times, I was finally calm enough to think half-clearly.
There were no police, my hands were cuff-free, and I was not in a prison jump suit.
It had surprised me that out of every nightmare I could've had, it'd be about getting caught. Exhaling deeply, I threw the comforter off of my body, and glanced at the clock. It was 3:30 PM. Broad daylight.
Puzzled as to why it had been so dark in my room, I looked over to the window. Or, where the window ought to be.
"What kind of room doesn't have a window...?" I mumbled to myself.
Well, this was the cheapest room they had. Oh well.
Sliding off of the bed, I made my way to the bathroom, and splashed cold water on my face.
I needed to leave. I couldn't stay in one room for long. I couldn't look suspicious either. Putting my hood down, unzipping it slightly, and ridding my clothes of any wrinkles, I tried to present myself to the public as seeming to be just leaving my room for a jog.
I'd give my outfit a 4/10, but it was better than nothing.
I ran my fingers through my hair, and put on a vibrant, happy face, letting my long, blonde hair rest in front of my shoulders, covering my chest.
Once I walked out those front doors, I wasn't coming back. I had to keep moving, or get caught.
Well, stop once for something to eat, I thought to myself, as my empty stomach churned with a sick feeling.
Making my way into the lobby, I wore an innocent smile, and said hello to almost every person that I walked past.
All you have to do is act like you're supposed to be here.
With short hesitation, I pushed slowly through the front door, smiling to myself, and humming a familiar tune. I even twirled the lanyard around my finger that my keeps were attached to.

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