Defying Fate

Copyright © 2015 by Heidi Lis

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I’VE WAITED FOR THIS
opportunity for so long knowing tonight is the night, I’ve been on edge all day. All is in order, I’ve planned my escape enlisting the help of my best friend who had my car in secret, waiting. Fully gassed and hidden down the street, the keys to my future are tucked safely in my duffle bag under my bed. Sitting in the dark, I’m barely breathing, knowing he will be home soon. Trying to calm my nerves, I take several deep breaths, knowing if he suspects anything I’m in trouble, I need this plan to work.

Hearing his car pull up, I can only pray he is alone like I’ve anticipated. It’s typical for him to come home with an associate or two, but Thursday nights is his weekly meeting night. The one night he meets with his colleagues and then returns home alone. Yet another reason I picked tonight to plan my escape. I would have left earlier, but he had one of his guys hanging around the house until he returned home. Evil bastard that he is.

“Izzabella,” He calls searching for me.

It’s the first thing he says whenever he gets home. And every day, it’s a spike to my heart. Little did I know his angel eyes hid the demon that lurks inside. Counting to ten, I’m waiting… quietly. Slipping under the bed, I hang onto my bag silently praying I can pull this off. He keeps calling my name, his footsteps are becoming louder and more frantic. The more manic he becomes, the more terrified I feel. Please God, just let him get in his car and leave looking for me. This is what I’ve counted on, him home alone, not finding me he will get in his car leaving to look for me. The instant he pulls out of the driveway, I’ll run like hell. I’ll only have a few minutes until one of his guys shows up at the house. Hearing the garage door open, I can still hear him yelling out my name. I’m still under my bed, sweating and shaking so bad I can hardly control my body.

Steading my breath, I slowly count back from one hundred.

Hearing his car pull away, I bolt from under the bed, dragging my bag as it gets tangled in one of the bed legs. Shouting I’m frantic knowing I have to be quick. One last pull and my bag comes flying out knocking over the things on my nightstand. Not even taking the time to straighten things up. Instead, I run straight for the back door.

Running toward my car down the darkened path I’m trembling with fear and excitement. Fear knowing what I’m about to do and the consequences I will face if he catches me. With trembling fingers, I search for my keys hidden in my bag. Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I’m finding it hard to breathe. Finally grabbing the keys it takes two hands to steady them enough for my car to roar to life. I eye all of the things I slowly packed into it, I see my friend made sure I had all that I needed for now.

Wiping away the last of my sorrows, like it is sweat on my forehead, it’s time for me to leave. To search for my new beginning, find my way in life. A life without fear, a life without hurting, a life without him. Driving away from his house, I only look ahead, I’ll never look back.

WAKING UP THIS MORNING,
I feel refreshed even though I once again slept on the hard floor. The little two-bedroom house I'm renting is filled with whatever I could fit in my car. I left the rest back in Iowa. No furniture, no bedroom set, no television. I only needed the essentials.

I guess leaving the way I did is both a blessing and a curse. All I can say in my defense is that leaving on bad terms was not what I’d wanted, but I needed a fresh start.

I knew that my new beginning needed to be far away from all the things that reminded me of my past, my failures. I sure as hell didn’t need to stay there just for my many mistakes to be rubbed in my face on a daily basis. My family, who now hates me were only one small part of the things better left behind. The simple fact is that the stories and the gossip about me were spreading like wildfire, and I couldn’t take it anymore. Fucking rumor mill. So yes, the only answer was to leave.

I headed as far West as I could go and somehow ended up in Washington State. I suppose a number of reasons had me coming this far. For one, I couldn’t get any further. Secondly, it turned out to be beyond beautiful, like God’s country. The pretty, evergreen trees that line the streets and nearby mountains just took my breath away. The moment I arrived and basked in my new surroundings I thought yes, this is a good place to start afresh.

My new beginning, my fresh start, is in Monroe, Washington. It’s a small town, with a great feel to it. Being only about thirty minutes from Seattle, with easy access to the main roads, it has a small-town vibe and just seems right. You know the feeling you get when you step out in the fresh air and take a big breath, only to smile as you breathe it out? Well, that’s how I’m feeling. The peace that I'm feeling right now is the most peaceful I have felt for quite some time.

Upon entering this beautiful town, the first thing I needed to look for was a place to live. I had saved some money, but not enough to get by on for very long. I knew that once I found a place to live I would need to find a job. Slowly I could buy some furniture to furnish my new home. None of my new things would be brand-new or designer. Nope. They would be second hand, and they would be the best things I have ever bought because I would have done it all on my own.

Yesterday, while driving around with the paper, I found a few possibilities and made some phone calls. I was hoping I could find a place right away so I could stop wasting money on hotels and takeout food. God, I thought, to sleep in a bed that was my own, to cook a meal even, would feel like heaven. A week on the road, staying in motels and living on fast food was getting old fast.

It didn’t take me long. By my third phone call I had found the one. It was a small two-bedroom house in need of repairs, but it had a homey feel to it and was located on a quiet street. The homeowner, a little old lady named Evelyn Kennedy, was even willing to let me plant some flowers out front if I wanted to. Yep, it just got better and better. I knew I was going to love Evelyn.

The little blue house had a wrap-around porch and shutters that needed painting due to wear and tear. The once black shutters were worn out and like me just needed some ‘TLC’ to put them back to perfect. The rest of the house was much the same; in need of a few repairs and some love. The living room did have a wood burning fireplace and that alone could have sold it to me. I planned on doing some reading in front of it while eating late-night snacks. There is nothing better than the smell of a fire. The kitchen, although small, was lovely. Its outdated appliances were on the brink of dying, but they managed to put a tiny smile on my face. The bathroom needed some deep cleaning and I decided that would be my top priority once I got some cleaning supplies.

As I walked around the place Mrs. Kennedy watched me a little too closely for comfort. I figured she was most likely wondering why I did not have much to my name and even more likely why I was alone. Like hell, was I going to repeat my sad story. Yeah, not likely to happen anytime soon. Evelyn Kennedy could wonder all she liked.

At the end of the tour she touched my cheek, giving me a warm smile. “My dear, I want you to rent my house. I think you could brighten up this old place. Paint, plant and make it your home. Maybe you could cheer each other up.”

I had no idea how to respond, so I just stared at her.

Thankfully she seemed to understand the reason for my silence. “No worries, my dear. Anytime you need anything you just give me a call.”

Finally finding my voice I thanked her, took out the exact amount of cash that would cover my first rent payment, and practically shoved it in her hands. For a second she looked stunned, but she recovered fast and repeated her offer that I could call her anytime I needed anything, and with that, she went on her merry way.

By the time I’d unpacked and gotten over the fact that I actually had a house, I laid out my blankets and pillow and crashed. My time on the road knocked the hell out of me. The added mental stress of my escape from hell was weighing heavily on my shoulders as well. Being alone felt great, and yet I had never felt more lonely in my life. I knew that I had found peace, a new beginning, so why did I feel so unsure of myself? Life could be so fucking confusing at times. I had given up trying to figure it out long ago, but for a few moments, as I drifted into sleep, I wondered if I would ever feel sure of anything again.

But that was last night. Today I’m feeling a bit refreshed. I’m ready to make a go of things. Even so, I jumped when my phone rings. Luckily, it’s just Kara calling to check up on me.