not going to give you money anymore," Philip threatened, trying to win her over.
"I don't want your money," Chloe stated. "Goodbye."
Chloe hung up with confidence, but it slowly faded as she stood there staring at the phone. She began to panic again, not knowing what to do next.
Chloe walked through her apartment trying to figure out a plan. She ran her hand along a table but stopped when she touched a decorative bowl. She peered inside it and noticed a few bills and coins of money. She shoved the money into her pockets.
She continued to walk into her bedroom. She considered lying down and sleeping knowing she could decide what to do in the morning. But Chloe scrapped that idea when she remembered that James might follow her home, leading to another argument.
She contemplated where to go. A friend's house wasn't a good idea since her only friends were part of the life she was trying to escape. Maybe she could stay at a hotel for the night.
Chloe went into the drawer of her bedside table, figuring she could find more money to pay for a hotel room. She searched through the depths of her drawer, but came up empty handed.
Chloe sat on her bed completely defeated and frustrated. She put her head in her hands and let out all of the emotions she held inside. She sat on the edge of her bed and sobbed.
After what felt like hours Chloe finally took her head out of her hands and wiped her eyes. Crying wasn't going to solve anything. She looked at the clock on her bedside table; it was 10:48pm. She sighed and looked around her dark bedroom. She hadn't even bothered turning the lights on.
Then something in her drawer caught her eye. Chloe reached inside and pulled out a small, square piece of paper. She read what was written on the card.
Dr. Brad DeMarco PhD
Home: 555-7923
Office: 555-9157
Chloe pondered giving him a call. She didn't know what else to do. Noticing she'd left her cell phone at the cabin, she walked back into the living room to use the house phone.
Chloe dialed the number and then anxiously waited as the phone rang. She played with the card in her fingers as she waited. She hoped it wasn't too late to call, but after a few rings he picked up.
"Hello?" Brad’s voice answered.
"Hi, Brad it's Chloe Etienne," Chloe said trying her best to sound normal.
"Oh, hi Chloe. Is, um, something wrong? You sound upset," Brad noticed.
"As a matter of fact there is something wrong. I've decided to divorce my husband," Chloe said slowly.
"Wow, that's too bad. I know how you feel right now," Brad said.
"The reason I called you is that I really don't have anyone to talk to. I know we don't know each other very well but I was hoping you could help me. I'm just feeling really alone and I don't know who else to turn to. I don't have anyone to stay with either," Chloe explained as tears came to her eyes once again.
"Chloe, it's okay don't cry. Why don't you come over and we'll sort this out," Brad said, sympathetically.
"Thanks Brad," Chloe replied. Brad told Chloe his address before they said their goodbyes and hung up.
Chloe got up from the couch and walked out the door. She hoped this would be her last time out the doors of that building. It was raining when Chloe got to the street. She decided to take a taxi and leave her car, since it was really James’ property.
With her entrance into the cab, the new chapter in her life could begin.
Chloe was dropped off on an unfamiliar street corner. The spray from the cars and the drops of rain soaked her to the skin. She quickly ran up the steps of Brad’s building. She followed his directions and walked up to apartment 4B.
Her hair dripped with water and her clothes were soaked. She walked down the halls shivering from the cold.
When Chloe reached the right apartment, she knocked on the door. It didn't take long for Brad to open it.
"You're soaked! Come in, please," Brad said as he ushered Chloe inside.
Chloe glanced into his apartment and noticed she was not the only
"I don't want your money," Chloe stated. "Goodbye."
Chloe hung up with confidence, but it slowly faded as she stood there staring at the phone. She began to panic again, not knowing what to do next.
Chloe walked through her apartment trying to figure out a plan. She ran her hand along a table but stopped when she touched a decorative bowl. She peered inside it and noticed a few bills and coins of money. She shoved the money into her pockets.
She continued to walk into her bedroom. She considered lying down and sleeping knowing she could decide what to do in the morning. But Chloe scrapped that idea when she remembered that James might follow her home, leading to another argument.
She contemplated where to go. A friend's house wasn't a good idea since her only friends were part of the life she was trying to escape. Maybe she could stay at a hotel for the night.
Chloe went into the drawer of her bedside table, figuring she could find more money to pay for a hotel room. She searched through the depths of her drawer, but came up empty handed.
Chloe sat on her bed completely defeated and frustrated. She put her head in her hands and let out all of the emotions she held inside. She sat on the edge of her bed and sobbed.
After what felt like hours Chloe finally took her head out of her hands and wiped her eyes. Crying wasn't going to solve anything. She looked at the clock on her bedside table; it was 10:48pm. She sighed and looked around her dark bedroom. She hadn't even bothered turning the lights on.
Then something in her drawer caught her eye. Chloe reached inside and pulled out a small, square piece of paper. She read what was written on the card.
Dr. Brad DeMarco PhD
Home: 555-7923
Office: 555-9157
Chloe pondered giving him a call. She didn't know what else to do. Noticing she'd left her cell phone at the cabin, she walked back into the living room to use the house phone.
Chloe dialed the number and then anxiously waited as the phone rang. She played with the card in her fingers as she waited. She hoped it wasn't too late to call, but after a few rings he picked up.
"Hello?" Brad’s voice answered.
"Hi, Brad it's Chloe Etienne," Chloe said trying her best to sound normal.
"Oh, hi Chloe. Is, um, something wrong? You sound upset," Brad noticed.
"As a matter of fact there is something wrong. I've decided to divorce my husband," Chloe said slowly.
"Wow, that's too bad. I know how you feel right now," Brad said.
"The reason I called you is that I really don't have anyone to talk to. I know we don't know each other very well but I was hoping you could help me. I'm just feeling really alone and I don't know who else to turn to. I don't have anyone to stay with either," Chloe explained as tears came to her eyes once again.
"Chloe, it's okay don't cry. Why don't you come over and we'll sort this out," Brad said, sympathetically.
"Thanks Brad," Chloe replied. Brad told Chloe his address before they said their goodbyes and hung up.
Chloe got up from the couch and walked out the door. She hoped this would be her last time out the doors of that building. It was raining when Chloe got to the street. She decided to take a taxi and leave her car, since it was really James’ property.
With her entrance into the cab, the new chapter in her life could begin.
Chloe was dropped off on an unfamiliar street corner. The spray from the cars and the drops of rain soaked her to the skin. She quickly ran up the steps of Brad’s building. She followed his directions and walked up to apartment 4B.
Her hair dripped with water and her clothes were soaked. She walked down the halls shivering from the cold.
When Chloe reached the right apartment, she knocked on the door. It didn't take long for Brad to open it.
"You're soaked! Come in, please," Brad said as he ushered Chloe inside.
Chloe glanced into his apartment and noticed she was not the only
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