Even though she was bundled up with a large maroon colored puffy coat, black gloves, blue scarf, and ear muffs, it felt good to have the heater on full blast. She hoped her nose would stop running and not be so red. She hated when her nose ran, which it did all the time recently. Amy stretched up and glanced into the rear view mirror taking a quick look at herself. She looked horrible; eyes red from a mixture of hardly any sleep and crying. She had bags under them. Her complexion was pale and she noticed she forgot to put on any make up at all. “A withered Rose now,” Amy said to herself feeling a lump form in her throat. Richard had called her a, “Rare rose of beauty,” numerous times because of her last name.
Amy rose, 27, daughter of a very proud Frank and Kathy Rose. Amy wished her mother was still around. She always had good advice for her. Kathy rose had died last summer succumbing to her battle with lung cancer. It should of made Amy quit smoking, but it only made her smoke more from stress. She had watched her die in the hospital where she works, Grand River Medical Hospital. Amy was so proud of herself when she was accepted to be a nurse there, but that seemed like decades ago now.
Richard turned down Nelmar Road and Amy followed. She couldn’t believe she could still cry, but tears began to run down her pale freckled face. Amy knew where Richard was going, she knew before he got into the car, but it hurt so bad to be right and actually see what was going on. For so long she tried to deny it.
“All the things you said…were they all lies? Did you mean any of it?”
She just wanted it to stop. At times, it felt like her heart was literally breaking inside of her chest. Those were the times Amy wished it would just stop beating all together. Just stop.
“Why do I still care and hurt so bad?…It’ll be over soon…It has to, I cant take this shit anymore..”
Richard slowed down and pulled into Hillary Fletchinger’s drive way.