This Is Your Life – 1.04 – January FF Challenge – Don’t Be There

Tina

            This was it, even if she was to blame for Bette straying, that didn’t mean that after the affair had been found it that she could continue to keep fucking her?  She had the audacity to be gone, when she should have been here, in their home, crying, remorseful about what she’d done to Tina and….

            Tina heard something moving outside of the house and she stopped her train of thought. Who in the world was outside?

            Tina squinted, eyes narrow, as she moved to the kitchen, looking outside and spotting someone coming around the corner.  Gasping, she saw a uniformed officer talking into her mike.  Tina opened the door, “Officer?”

            “Ma’am, is this your residence?” the officer asked, flashlight in hand, her hand at her gun, looking like a gunslinger in an old western. 

            “Yes, it used to be,” said Tina sadly, looking behind her, eyes roaming over the rooms that had held so many good memories. 

            “We’ve had a report of a car, matching the description of the one in the driveway, prowling the neighborhood,” said the officer; the nametag read Lopez.  “I got a call saying to check it out, and I saw a light in the house…”

            “I wasn’t prowling,” said Tina, trying to think of how many times she’d driven by the house, had it only been once, I might have been more, Tina wasn’t sure.  “I was checking to see if my…my…. Ex was home.”

            “So you don’t live here anymore?” asked the officer.  “I’m sorry ma’am but maybe you should go home?  Seeing as how your ex isn’t home at the moment, perhaps that is the best course of action?”

            “I don’t have one of those anymore,” admitted Tina.  “I’m sorry, yes, I’ll leave,” said Tina in a shell shocked tone.

            The officer watched Tina closely, as if making sure that Tina wasn’t going to explode and kill her.  Tina dug into her pockets, found her keys, and stepped through the sliding glass doors.  Tina tripped on the small lip of the doors, sending her keys skittering into the pool with a hollow splash as she righted herself, “Fuck.”