Deception

She sighed and stared up at the ceiling, the tears streamed her cheeks. She knew what she had to do. She had to tell him the truth. She only wished she could take back the lies. This would be the first time in their year long relationship that she would be honest with him. She didn't have a choice when she changed her identity. Her ex husband would be getting out of prison soon and she had to run again. She sat on the edge of the couch, tapping her fingers on her knees. She looked at the clock. He was ten minutes late. She heard a car door shut and rushed to the window and peeked out. It wasn't him. She grabbed her cell phone off the table and dialed his number. It rang until it went to voice mail. She tossed the cell phone on the couch and paced the floor. Her mind raced as images of a car accident went through her head. She went into the kitchen and grabbed a soda from the refrigerator and sat back on the couch.

The clock chimed at the top of the hour. She grabbed the phone again and dialed his number. This time it didn't ring, it went straight to voice mail. She threw the phone down on the couch and stomped into the kitchen. She looked at the bottle of whiskey and contemplated on pouring a glass. She sighed and backed towards the kitchen wall and leaned against it cupping her face and sobbed into her hands. She had no idea how long she had been sitting there, but the darkness told her it had been hours. She slowly pulled herself up to her feet and stumbled to the couch. She curled up in a ball and fell asleep.

She woke to the sound of his voice and the light shake on her arm. She looked up at him and knew he had been with someone else. Her lies no longer mattered because his deception was worse than hers.