Get Into Houa's Mind

If I thought getting caught sneaking out was bad, I was way wrong. The silent man driving the car made my skin crawl in ways I couldn’t describe. My insides were all jostled up and my brain was trying to figure out why I was being secretly whipped away. Did I win a million bucks? Get real, Peyton. The windows were tinted from the inside and I had no idea where I was going. I wasn’t even allowed to bring anything. I had no phone, no money, and if they were to kill me, my mother would never find out. Fear escalated through me and I began to shake. This wasn’t a film. This was real. I was being kidnapped.      “Hey! If you don’t stop this car, I’ll…I’ll call the police!” I screamed.      The man pretended as if he hadn’t heard a word. He continued driving and then suddenly we stopped. He got out and opened my car door. There was a tall white building before me and as I pondered how I was going to escape, he yanked me out and dragged me to ...

     “You’re leaving me?” I asked as I stared at the packed suitcase on the ground. It wasn’t hard to tell he was leaving. It was going to happen sooner or later because our marriage had to come to a point where nothing was going to change. He wasn’t happy. I was bitter. Things were ready for a change. The question was who would be the brave soul to leave? I guess that left me as the coward to face things since I couldn’t get up to go.      My husband of 15 years stared at the ground. Jake Feller, the man who used to make my toes curl just by looking at me was now a faint memory of what used to be. The soft brown curls of his hair that used to be in my fingers were now thinning out and he wasn’t even 40 yet. The truth was in his blue eyes, which at the moment were cast down on the ground. I could see the sparkle of his ring against the soft bedroom light. It tugged at my heart knowing it was just there as a prop. It had no real meaning. ...