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“Can’t…I’ve got a study group for a test tomorrow. I’ll see you Sunday Sis. Bye Scott be good to my sister.”
“I always am,” he stated closing the door behind her. “Unless she needs punishment for doing something behind my back. I told you I don’t want you hanging out with her.”
“Need I remind you she’s my sister?” she tossed at him and earned a smack to the cheek. “Unless you want her and everyone else finding out you do that I suggest you back off my sister, and brother, right now.”
“Don’t you dare threaten me Olivia, not unless you want your sister black and blue to match your dead body,” he said shoving her into the wall as he headed to the living room.
Sunday night she pushed him aside as they reached the theater and she glanced at the program in surprise.
“A fifties housewife steps out of the house to pursue her dreams…what will her husband think?” she read off it and sent her sister a curious look. As the play began, she tried not to react to the words and actions thrown around on the stage.
“Wow…did you see that ending coming?” Jess asked as they sat at the coffee shop afterwards.
“A bit,” she admitted knowing she wasn’t far behind the woman.
“This is going to sound crazy but the guy who played the husband reminded me of Scott. I mean, the way he looked at her so in love with her despite what he’d done at least. She ended the play the way I remember you growing up with your boyfriends too…guess it just goes to show marriage matures you, huh?” Jess mused and she struggled to keep her front up.
“Yeah, I guess it does,” she said before heading to the bathroom to calm herself. She moved out of the stall and nearly ran into a woman. “Sorry.”
“It was my fault entirely,” she stated looking at her intently. “Sorry I just realized where I’d seen you before…tonight at the play at Sherman.”
“My sister heard it was good and bought the tickets for my birthday.”
“I’m so glad you two were able to come out and enjoy it. If you don’t mind giving me an honest opinion, what did you think of it?”
“It was very real. Felt like you were seeing inside a home for sure.”
“Good, I wrote it and would love to talk to you about it some more. Here’s my card…give me a call and we can chat,” she said before moving off after a last look back her way making Olivia more curious than from her question.
She glanced at the card in her hand and her stomach tightened. The woman was a therapist, so why did she want to know her opinion of the play? She couldn’t tell could she? That would be horrible, to think a complete stranger could see what her family couldn’t.
Then again…it might be a good thing. She’d simply have to think about it she decided as she went back out to go home.
Scott was waiting up for her and not pleased about the time it seemed. “Where the hell have you been? The play started at four; it’s after eleven now.”
“Jess wanted to grab coffee. I couldn’t say no since you were supposed to be playing poker.”
“How was the play?” he asked snidely, and she knew he was gearing up for more.
“Very interesting actually, you wouldn’t have liked it though.”
“Why’s that? What’s it about?”
“A fifties housewife who takes a job outside the house…her husband doesn’t like it and she doesn’t care.”
“What happens in the end? Does she realize he was right?” he asked looming over her.
“No, she realized he’d never stop using her as a punching bag and took a straight razor to his throat. I guess that’s why they don’t sell that type in the convenience stores anymore. You’d be overrun with dead husbands.”
“Is that a threat Olivia?” he questioned as he advanced on her.
“Just a comment, but it would make quite an interesting Christmas present, wouldn’t it?” she inquired moving from the room.
“Get back here you ungrateful bitch. You even think about doing something to me and it’ll be Jess’ blood on your hands is that clear?”
“Quite…in fact it’s a whole crystal glass full of blood clear Scott,” she seethed, as the play made her want to run so badly but she couldn’t. There was nowhere safe to run from him, no way to protect her family, no matter how much she wanted to just disappear.
“If you’d learn to behave you wouldn’t get hit, Olivia. Now go upstairs and get into my bed.”
