I woke up one morning. And they were gone.
Just like that. No goodbye. Or see you later.
How did I know?
It was perfect. Surreal. Delightful.
But I still waited. I had often been a victim of miscommunication. And silence was a big traitor. It often meant everything when least expected, and misguided those who let their guard down
But I was as alert as ever.
Five minutes to set my left foot down, and three more to bring the right one around. But the only sound was that of the creaking bed.
Could it be? I was finally free?
I tip-toed to the door and listened again. Nothing. Sweet music to my ears.
No. It was a set up. As soon as I opened the door, I’d find them outside.
Wanting. Needy. Ready to pounce on me.
Four minutes later, I stood in the hallway. My ears finding what my stupid eyes could not see. But they picked up nothing.
Oh, sweet lord. Nothing!
I jumped up and down, twice. Then shuffled off to the kitchen. It was as I had left it the night before. Clean. Organized. Prepared.
The dining and lobby were in my line of vision. There was no one there. Not even the morning paper.
Only coffee and me. Was this a dream?
I pinched myself hard and slapped myself once. Okay. I was definitely awake.
With a cup in my hand and a stinging cheek, I checked the other two bedrooms. Beds made, clean as a whistle. The bathrooms showed no sign of use. I even shouted at the top of my lungs.
‘HEY! Come and get me!’
Nothing. Haha! No one. Haha! Not a trace of anyone but me. HAHA!
That evening, I reported my husband and his parents missing.
The police might suspect me. That’s fine. I don’t know what happened. I’ll surely convince them.
There’s no return for those three. But just to be safe, I keep the gun loaded and hidden. It worked beautifully the first time I shot them.
I really don’t want to use it again.
I hope you can keep a secret. Thank you.
She grew up believing in fairy tales. Her hopes were high and bright. But cruel reality branded her A Failed Fairy Tale Princess.