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Becoming His Wife

by Veronica Bates at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Veronica Bates


This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locations is purely coincidental.


I heard a loud crash and woke up with a start. I jumped out of bed and, after grabbing my baseball bat, quietly left my bedroom and crept out to the hall. The lights were out just as I left them. I walked to the living room to see a dark figure sprawled out on the floor. I aimed my bat in a hitting pose, ready to strike, and stealthily stepped forward to the person.

The person groaned – a masculine groan – as if in pain. I paused, thinking it might be Dad. The man turned his head down to the floor and proceeded to vomit. Yeah, definitely Dad.

I quickly turned on the lights and saw Dad's body moving to fetal position as he continued to barf. I dropped the baseball bat and crouched near him. He stunk of alcohol and cigarette smoke – of course, he was at the bar again. For the past couple of weeks he has been going to the bar every single night, hoping to score or even pick up someone as equally lonely; he was desperate to get laid.

It started when Mom left us a few months ago. Rumors of why she left spread like wildfire through our town. Some people said she finally got fed up with her life here and moved out to Hollywood to become an actress, which was her dream since childhood. Others said she met a man, probably from online, and left to be with him. I was more partial to believe the latter. Mom never told us why she left – one day she was here, acting her usual self, and then the next day...

She took her clothes, most of our electronics, and even some kitchen ware. She took all of our money as well as Dad's credit cards. Fortunately I didn't have any money, since I was still in school and never had a job before, and I had no possessions that she wanted.

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