She was finally going to leave him. Rebekah Norris had had enough. The fights over nothing, the hurtful words, the resentment — she couldn’t live with it anymore. She had picked him up off the floor for the last time — him in his stupors. She might have learned to live with all of it — after all, she had for almost ten years — if it were not for the stony indifference. Her opinion, her newest interests, how her day went — none of it mattered. Tony Norris cared little for anything other than the bottle; and Rebekah was tired of playing second fiddle to the booze.
She had the plan set and ready to put into action. A deposit had been made on the apartment with the money that was supposed to go into putting in a new shower. She had the few things that she would take boxed up and hidden in the back of the closet. Tony never even noticed. Then again, why would he? All she had left to do was to throw her closes into the suitcases — purchased for trips that were never to be realized — and load the 4-Runner. She would have enough time after work to be out by the time he got home. In her original plan, she had envisioned leaving him a note. He would read it, realize how much he loved her and would go on to be a better man. She had endured many doses of reality since her first thoughts of leaving though. She wouldn’t bother with a letter that he would probably never even see, much less read.
Rebekah slammed on her brakes, as a car flew through the intersection blaring its horn. The SUV rocked and settled, much like her heart. She looked up at the light. Caught up in her thoughts of leaving, she hadn’t been paying attention. The light was red. Once green again, she nervously placed her foot on the gas and proceeded through the intersection.
There was another blast of a horn, right before the crunching sound of metal on metal. Rebekah screamed out in pain as her flesh tore and her bones snapped. Her head was violently thrown to the side, smashing into the driver’s side window. Glass rained down over her, and all went black.
Rebekah stood over her husband. She could not leave Tony now, not in his time of need. He vowed that he would never pick up another bottle. He pleaded for her to come back. How she longed to hold him — to pick him up off the ground on which he wept — the cold ground in which her body lay.