She waits for the time to come, for when she can leave. It might not seem like a long time to him, but to her, it lasts a lifetime.
She grabs a book, trying to occupy her time. She turns each page, not seeing the words. Giving up, she puts the book down and looks around for something else to take her mind off of what's going on.
She looks at the room and decides it needs cleaning. She always cleans when she's anxious. Within half an hour, all the books are on the bookshelf, shoes are set neatly in pairs by the door, the cushions on the sofa are set perfectly, alternating black and beige, the papers on the table are sorted and stacked neatly in piles, the dishes are cleaned and aligned carefully in the cabinets, TV and stereo remotes on the coffee table, and all the little knickknacks on the floor put back in the kids rooms.
Looking around the room, she sees nothing else to clean. She sighs and picks up the book again. Realizing what the book was, she places it carefully back on the shelf. She doesn't want the reminder.
But why though, she thought. It didn't even happen to her. But
it just hit so close to home. It could have been her. It could have. She started pacing. Enough, she thought. She reminded herself, that's why she's getting out of here. Fresh start. No one knows. No reminders.
Suddenly, music starts blasting out of nowhere. She jumps and whirls around, but no one's there. Must've accidentally hit the remote, she thought. She goes to turn the song off, but stops to listen.
"Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road;
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why;
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life."
She sinks to the floor, and wonders if this is really a good idea after all. Still, she reasons, she has to deal with it somehow.
Shaking her head, she starts to pace again, looking up at the clock constantly. It's almost time, she thinks. Her mind returning to that place, she thinks, it wasn't her fault! She didn't do anything! She shouldn't have to run.
Hands shaking, she braids her long hair quickly to get it out of her face. She hears a car door slam, then a few seconds later, a knock on the door. It's him. Quickly, she grabs her small bag of clothes and valuables, follows him out the door.
A fresh start, where no one knows, and no reminders of what happened that night.