That Abercrombie Model

I kept hearing a baby cry. I look about me but it isn't anywhere. I look around in confusion hoping to find some clue to lead me to it. What I will do when I find the baby, I also don't know.

As I turn around clockwise, a door materializes and instinctively I walk towards it looking for the baby. Opening the door a crack, I am overwhelmed by it's loud cries originating from a pink tinted crib in the corner of a vaguely familiar room. In my haste something falls to the floor, jolting me awake.

"Liza." I hear Glen's voice in my groggy state. My legs buckle under me, I am on the verge of collapse. When I open my eyes, I realize I am standing in the guest room, the same room I saw in my dream. But instead of there being a crib with a crying baby in it, I see my husband sprawled on the bed looking at me with alarm.

"Is she gone?" I hear a woman's voice ask from somewhere in the room. I look at Glen with questions in my mind. A mass of auburn hair appears from between the sheets besides Glen. Her blue doe-like eyes land on me and her whole body freezes.

Honestly, I didn't mean for my story to be this messed up. I'd have much preferred an adventure in Los Cabos or somewhere remote on the Italian coast, Capri maybe. But I guess this is what we have to work with. Bear with me though.

Rewind two years back, I met Glen as a patient. He was my psychologist for my sleepwalking disorder. There was the initial spark, and yadi yada, we decided to get married. I was too young then though. I was still fresh out of high school and thought I owned the world, but the courts didn't think so. They refused to wed me, an eighteen year old, to a twenty four year old man. Three years later, we held a beautiful wedding in the outskirts of London and went to our honeymoon in Adelaide, Australia the next day, sucks to be them, right? Wrong.

The sight of my husband cheating on me in my own home leaves me jarred. Tears stream down my face. I am too dumbfounded to utter a word. I run out of the room and head straight to the bathroom to cry. My legs give out on me the moment I am securely inside. I slide down on the wall and land in a messy bundle on the floor.

I hear Glen trying to open the door multiple times, but it doesn't give. He goes as far as to threaten to kick it down but I don't care.

How dare he? How could he cheat on me? At some point my sorrow turns into rage. He does not get to do whatever he wants to me and have me crying pathetically on the bathroom floor over him.

I get up from the floor and splash some water on my face to destroy most of the evidence that I have been bawling my eyes.

Glen accosts me the moment I open the door. His breath reeks of alcohol. He must have started drinking.

"Get away from me." I yell when he tries to get near me.

I hurry past him and grab my suitcase. I toss in the closest clothes in the closet.

"Liza" he says with shame. "Don't do this."

"Do what?" I asked with anger. "Leave? You cheated, what else did you expect?" I was confounded.

I zipped the suitcase and forcefully slammed it onto the floor. I wheeled it out of the room forcefully. Glen grabs my hands and tries to snatch the suitcase from me. I wrestle it away from his reach and descend  the stairs hurriedly. Out of instinct, I picked up the house keys. I only realize that when I am at the front door.

I turn around and see Glen running down the stairs behind me. I toss them at him, hitting him square in the face. He looks up with irritation. I take that moment to exit the house.

Luck must have been on my side, I found a taxi nearby when I exited and entered it immediately. I watched Glen glare as the car sped away into the night.

That was three months ago.