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Poisoned Love

Perri Bryan

    Maryann walked up to the hotel room door with her key in hand. She unlocked the hotel door and rolled in her one bag of luggage. The hotel room wasn’t the nicest place she had stayed in but it wasn’t horrible. It was the only hotel that would take cash and didn’t ask for her ID. So, this was her only option.
    The carpet was a green shag and the walls were a pale yellow. There wasn’t much in the room: two beds, a table, a chair, a mini bar, and a small patio on the other side of the sliding glass door. The patio had a small glass table with two chairs. She poured herself a drink from the minibar and headed outside. She sat down at the patio table. A knock at the door interrupted her drink.
    “Maryann, I know you’re in there. Open this door now.”
    Maryann chugged the rest of her drink and ran back inside. She hid all of the alcohol and her empty glass under the bed. She took a deep breath and opened the door.
    She opened the door. “Hello, Lawrence. What are you...?” Lawrence pushed past her. He slammed the door.
    “I cannot believe you would really try and leave me.”
    “Lawrence, let’s go outside and sit. We can talk about this. Come with me to the porch.”
    She guided him outside toward the patio table. Lawrence stumbled a bit as he walked. Maryann sat down in the chair farthest from the patio door. Lawrence sat down in the chair across from her and placed his head down into his hands. His dark brown hair hung over his fingers.
    Maryann leaned forward to get out of her chair. Lawrence grabbed her arm.
    “How did it get to be like this, Maryann? Why do you want to leave me? I thought you loved me?”
    “Lawrence, I do love you, but I cannot take all of your drinking and abuse anymore. You’ve changed. It didn’t used to be like this with us, Lawrence.”
    Lawrence grabbed her face. “See, this is your problem. You think that you can decide what I do. You are my wife. You do as I say. I don’t have to listen to you. You obey me.”
    Lawrence stood up and threw her across the patio. Hitting her head on the patio ground, she landed in front of the patio door. She got up as fast as she could and ran into the room. She slammed the patio’s glass door and locked it behind her. She sat on the bed and grabbed the phone. Lawrence slammed himself against the patio door.
    She waited patiently for the police to arrive. They took Lawrence away in handcuffs. She went back in her hotel room, locked the door and began packing her bag. She wanted to get as far away from Lawrence as possible. Now was the perfect time to get away.

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