Short Stories

Katelyn’s Story New Beginnings

Chapter 2

A couple of days after Madeline and Stan’s big fight, he changed all the locks in the house. Taking the money she’d saved from selling her oil paintings, Madeline rented a small duplex close to the hospital. Once the lease was signed, the police escorted her to Stan’s home, so she could safely collected some of her belongings. He tried explaining why he’d changed the locks, but she continued to pack up the treasures that he hadn’t broken yet. “Please talk to me, honey. That’s all I want, for us to discuss our problems.” He begs grabbing a hold of his wife’s arm. The officer pulls him away from her. “Grab her again and I’ll take you to jail.” He warns. “I’m not going to hurt her, I just want to talk.” He cries, watching her walk towards her car. “Twenty five years of marriage condensed to a few small cardboard boxes.” She sadly concludes, loading the last container in the vehicle. Looking back on the porch, she sees her husband sitting on the steps, bawling like a baby. “You did this to yourself.” She thinks, tearfully pulling out of the driveway. Quickly dropping the boxes off at her duplex, she decides to visit her daughter, before her important business meeting. After spending a week in ICU, Katelyn’s moved off the unit. The doctor’s feels if she keeps making progress, and if the psychotropic medicine continues to work correctly, she’ll be ready to go home, within a few days. “Could you run by my place, pick up a few things for me?” She asks as her mother walks in the room. “I need to talk to you about the apartment.” “What is it?” “While you was in the ICU the landlord called me, told me to come get your stuff before he threw it out on the lawn. He said you’re two months behind on rent and since you can’t pay he’s evicting you.” “That sleaze!” “Was you two months behind on rent?” “No, OK, I was a month behind, but I planned on catching it up on Friday.” “Oh honey.” “Now what am I supposed to do? I’ve lost my apartment, probably my job and I’m flat broke. Wait, I have a paycheck coming, but it isn’t going to be much. Where am I going to go?” She cries. “You can live with me for a while, until you get a job and your own place.” “Dad will never allow me to move in his house.” “I’m not living at Stan’s anymore.” “You guys split up, why? It wasn’t because of me, was it?” “It should have happened a long time ago, but I hung on, hoping it’d change. I guess I thought I could fix it somehow.” “I’m so sorry mom.” She replies sincerely. “Well don’t be, I haven’t been this happy in years.” She quickly glances at her watch. “I hate to cut this visit short, but I need to go. I’m meeting someone who might be interested in buying the rest of my oil paintings.” “That’s great, mom!” “See you at supper?” She says rushing towards the hallway,” *** Stan should have been happy with his recent promoted, but he’s miserable without his wife being by his side. He initially hoped Madeline would see that she was wrong and ask to come home, but she moved her belongings out instead. “Oh Madeline, why do you continue to let her control you? Why? Can’t you see the girl’s manipulating you to get to me? She wants to destroy me, us, our family? She always has, and you’re letting her do it, the way you did years ago. After all I’ve done for you, too.” He concludes, closing the studio’s French doors. Turning off the rest of the lights, he walks into his den. This’s where he spends his evening since she left. He’s found it’s the only place in the entire house that doesn’t remind him of her. Walking to the bar, he pours a glass of scotch. Downing it, he pours another, followed by another. “I’ll get you off my mind one way or another.” He says, tipping the bottle up to his mouth. *** “The pictures, are absolutely gorgeous.”  Valarie exclaims. She and her husband owned an art gallery in Eureka Springs. They’re looking to promote a few new artists in their spring exhibit. “What do you think honey, do you like her art?” Valarie asks her husband. Howard continues inspecting each of the paintings closely. “I believe we can make it work, but I need to have more spring pictures,” “I can paint whatever you want me to.” The artist giddily informs him. Smiling, Valarie reaches over and squeezes her friend’s hand. They’d met at the fall festival last year. She loved her pictures so much she bought every oil painting Madeline had left. Once the last of her artwork sold, Howard wanted to meet the artist, see if she has any other pieces for sale. “We’ll take these three and I expect a few spring paintings real soon.” He informs her, walking back to his office. “I told you he’d love them, sweetie.” Valarie hands her an envelope. Opening it, Madeline sees it’s filled with hundred dollar bills. “If that isn’t enough, let me know.” “No, that’s more than enough. Thank you so much.” She says excitedly hugging her friend. After making the deal of her life, Madeline felt like celebrating. She decided to start by surprising her daughter with food from their favorite restaurant. “Hi mom, how did the meeting go?” She asks as her mother walks into the room. “Have you eaten supper yet?” “You’re kidding, right? This slop isn’t worth feeding a pig.” She pushes the tray further away from her, in further protest. “Good, cause I brought a surprise. She reaches in her purse and pulls out two containers. Katelyn instantly recognized the logo. It’s from her favorite Italian restaurant Geraldi’s “Since I sold all of the pictures and you’re getting better, I thought the two of us should have a celebratory dinner.” “Congratulations.” “That’s not all we’re celebrating. “Really? She asks, sitting excitedly on the edge of her bed. “They asked me to do more work for them.” “I knew you could do it mother.” She exclaims, scooping pasta onto her fork. The two’s so busy eating their delicious meal, they didn’t notice the doctor walking into the room. “Now I know why you didn’t eat any of our meals.” With a cheek full of pasta, the patient turns towards him and smiles. “We’re celebrating, I sold three pictures to an art studio this afternoon, and they’re wanting me to do more work for them.” “I can see the medicine’s isn’t decreasing her appetite.” He says, glancing at the half empty container sitting in front of his patient. “Since you’re doing so well, I believe you can go home, tonight.” “You’re releasing me?” She excitedly mumbles, through a mouthful of food. The doctor laughs. “Yea, but go ahead and finish eating. It’ll take me a few minutes to get the paperwork ready. **** Being cooped up inside for the better part of a week, Katelyn’s more than ready to explore her new surroundings. As soon as she saw her mother leave for the art studio, she dashes out the door. At first Katelyn’s really nervous, jumping at every little noise, but after a few blocks her anxiety started calming down and she’s able to enjoy the bright sunny afternoon. She’s enjoying her freedom so much she didn’t realize where she’d headed, until she saw her old apartment on the corner. “I don’t miss this dump one bit.”  She says, heading toward the building, she’d been planning on telling the landlord what she’d thought about him and his building for a long time. Now she had a chance. She started walking up the steps when she sees the yellow tape strung along the entrance, and a condemned sign hanging in the dusty window. “Guess you got kicked out too. Serves you right, asshole.” Laughing, she starts walking back down the steps when she hears someone calling out her name. “Hey Katelyn wait up.” She hears. Turning around, she sees her old friend, Anne runs towards her. “Where in the world have you been, girl?” Her friend asks. “I was in the hospital,” “Hospital, why?” “I was in a car accident.” “If I’d known I’d come see you.” “When did this happen?” she asks Anne, pointing toward the building. “Two weeks ago. An inspector came in, closed the place. I heard the city plans to demolish the building, put in condos or something. Hey, there’s a party at Bowers tonight, I’m sure the gang would love to see you.” “I’ve already made plans for tonight, but thanks anyhow.” “What’s more important than seeing a bunch of your old buddies?” It would be nice to see a few of my friends. She thinks. “When does it start?” “It starts at eight. So I’ll see you there?” “I guess.” “Great, see you later.” She yells, running over to meet a few friends. **** She thought about the party all day. She’d like to go see her friends, but didn’t want to get hooked up with that scene again. Now the doctor has her on different medicine she didn’t need to use the street drugs to stop the annoying voices. “I’ll go in say hi and leave.” She repeats. Opening her bedroom door, she starts to walk towards the entrance-way. “Going out for a while, be back soon.” She announces, heading towards the door. “Do you think it’s safe for you to go out at night by yourself?” “I’m not a child anymore, mom.” “I know, I just worry is all.” “If you’re worried about me going out and doing more drugs, don’t be. I’m done with that scene. See you in a little bit.” ”She rushes out into the cool night air, before her mom could protest. “Go in, say hi and leave. She coxes, stepping inside the house. The moment she walked in, she knew her plan was sunk. The music’s blaring, booze’s flowing and the smell of pot lingered in the stale night air. “Oh Katelyn I’m so glad you can make it.” Anne replies dragging her friend across the room.

A couple of days after Madeline and Stan’s big fight, he changed all the locks in the house. Taking the money she’d saved from selling her oil paintings, Madeline rented a small duplex close to the hospital. Once the lease was signed, the police escorted her to Stan’s home, so she could safely collected some of her belongings. He tried explaining why he’d changed the locks, but she continued to pack up the treasures that he hadn’t broken yet. “Please talk to me, honey. That’s all I want, for us to discuss our problems.” He begs grabbing a hold of his wife’s arm. The officer pulls him away from her. “Grab her again and I’ll take you to jail.” He warns. “I’m not going to hurt her, I just want to talk.” He cries, watching her walk towards her car. “Twenty five years of marriage condensed to a few small cardboard boxes.” She sadly concludes, loading the last container in the vehicle. Looking back on the porch, she sees her husband sitting on the steps, bawling like a baby. “You did this to yourself.” She thinks, tearfully pulling out of the driveway. Quickly dropping the boxes off at her duplex, she decides to visit her daughter, before her important business meeting. After spending a week in ICU, Katelyn’s moved off the unit. The doctor’s feels if she keeps making progress, and if the psychotropic medicine continues to work correctly, she’ll be ready to go home, within a few days. “Could you run by my place, pick up a few things for me?” She asks as her mother walks in the room. “I need to talk to you about the apartment.” “What is it?” “While you was in the ICU the landlord called me, told me to come get your stuff before he threw it out on the lawn. He said you’re two months behind on rent and since you can’t pay he’s evicting you.” “That sleaze!” “Was you two months behind on rent?” “No, OK, I was a month behind, but I planned on catching it up on Friday.” “Oh honey.” “Now what am I supposed to do? I’ve lost my apartment, probably my job and I’m flat broke. Wait, I have a paycheck coming, but it isn’t going to be much. Where am I going to go?” She cries. “You can live with me for a while, until you get a job and your own place.” “Dad will never allow me to move in his house.” “I’m not living at Stan’s anymore.” “You guys split up, why? It wasn’t because of me, was it?” “It should have happened a long time ago, but I hung on, hoping it’d change. I guess I thought I could fix it somehow.” “I’m so sorry mom.” She replies sincerely. “Well don’t be, I haven’t been this happy in years.” She quickly glances at her watch. “I hate to cut this visit short, but I need to go. I’m meeting someone who might be interested in buying the rest of my oil paintings.” “That’s great, mom!” “See you at supper?” She says rushing towards the hallway,” *** Stan should have been happy with his recent promoted, but he’s miserable without his wife being by his side. He initially hoped Madeline would see that she was wrong and ask to come home, but she moved her belongings out instead. “Oh Madeline, why do you continue to let her control you? Why? Can’t you see the girl’s manipulating you to get to me? She wants to destroy me, us, our family? She always has, and you’re letting her do it, the way you did years ago. After all I’ve done for you, too.” He concludes, closing the studio’s French doors. Turning off the rest of the lights, he walks into his den. This’s where he spends his evening since she left. He’s found it’s the only place in the entire house that doesn’t remind him of her. Walking to the bar, he pours a glass of scotch. Downing it, he pours another, followed by another. “I’ll get you off my mind one way or another.” He says, tipping the bottle up to his mouth. *** “The pictures, are absolutely gorgeous.”  Valarie exclaims. She and her husband owned an art gallery in Eureka Springs. They’re looking to promote a few new artists in their spring exhibit. “What do you think honey, do you like her art?” Valarie asks her husband. Howard continues inspecting each of the paintings closely. “I believe we can make it work, but I need to have more spring pictures,” “I can paint whatever you want me to.” The artist giddily informs him. Smiling, Valarie reaches over and squeezes her friend’s hand. They’d met at the fall festival last year. She loved her pictures so much she bought every oil painting Madeline had left. Once the last of her artwork sold, Howard wanted to meet the artist, see if she has any other pieces for sale. “We’ll take these three and I expect a few spring paintings real soon.” He informs her, walking back to his office. “I told you he’d love them, sweetie.” Valarie hands her an envelope. Opening it, Madeline sees it’s filled with hundred dollar bills. “If that isn’t enough, let me know.” “No, that’s more than enough. Thank you so much.” She says excitedly hugging her friend. After making the deal of her life, Madeline felt like celebrating. She decided to start by surprising her daughter with food from their favorite restaurant. “Hi mom, how did the meeting go?” She asks as her mother walks into the room. “Have you eaten supper yet?” “You’re kidding, right? This slop isn’t worth feeding a pig.” She pushes the tray further away from her, in further protest. “Good, cause I brought a surprise. She reaches in her purse and pulls out two containers. Katelyn instantly recognized the logo. It’s from her favorite Italian restaurant Geraldi’s “Since I sold all of the pictures and you’re getting better, I thought the two of us should have a celebratory dinner.” “Congratulations.” “That’s not all we’re celebrating. “Really? She asks, sitting excitedly on the edge of her bed. “They asked me to do more work for them.” “I knew you could do it mother.” She exclaims, scooping pasta onto her fork. The two’s so busy eating their delicious meal, they didn’t notice the doctor walking into the room. “Now I know why you didn’t eat any of our meals.” With a cheek full of pasta, the patient turns towards him and smiles. “We’re celebrating, I sold three pictures to an art studio this afternoon, and they’re wanting me to do more work for them.” “I can see the medicine’s isn’t decreasing her appetite.” He says, glancing at the half empty container sitting in front of his patient. “Since you’re doing so well, I believe you can go home, tonight.” “You’re releasing me?” She excitedly mumbles, through a mouthful of food. The doctor laughs. “Yea, but go ahead and finish eating. It’ll take me a few minutes to get the paperwork ready. **** Being cooped up inside for the better part of a week, Katelyn’s more than ready to explore her new surroundings. As soon as she saw her mother leave for the art studio, she dashes out the door. At first Katelyn’s really nervous, jumping at every little noise, but after a few blocks her anxiety started calming down and she’s able to enjoy the bright sunny afternoon. She’s enjoying her freedom so much she didn’t realize where she’d headed, until she saw her old apartment on the corner. “I don’t miss this dump one bit.”  She says, heading toward the building, she’d been planning on telling the landlord what she’d thought about him and his building for a long time. Now she had a chance. She started walking up the steps when she sees the yellow tape strung along the entrance, and a condemned sign hanging in the dusty window. “Guess you got kicked out too. Serves you right, asshole.” Laughing, she starts walking back down the steps when she hears someone calling out her name. “Hey Katelyn wait up.” She hears. Turning around, she sees her old friend, Anne runs towards her. “Where in the world have you been, girl?” Her friend asks. “I was in the hospital,” “Hospital, why?” “I was in a car accident.” “If I’d known I’d come see you.” “When did this happen?” she asks Anne, pointing toward the building. “Two weeks ago. An inspector came in, closed the place. I heard the city plans to demolish the building, put in condos or something. Hey, there’s a party at Bowers tonight, I’m sure the gang would love to see you.” “I’ve already made plans for tonight, but thanks anyhow.” “What’s more important than seeing a bunch of your old buddies?” It would be nice to see a few of my friends. She thinks. “When does it start?” “It starts at eight. So I’ll see you there?” “I guess.” “Great, see you later.” She yells, running over to meet a few friends. **** She thought about the party all day. She’d like to go see her friends, but didn’t want to get hooked up with that scene again. Now the doctor has her on different medicine she didn’t need to use the street drugs to stop the annoying voices. “I’ll go in say hi and leave.” She repeats. Opening her bedroom door, she starts to walk towards the entrance-way. “Going out for a while, be back soon.” She announces, heading towards the door. “Do you think it’s safe for you to go out at night by yourself?” “I’m not a child anymore, mom.” “I know, I just worry is all.” “If you’re worried about me going out and doing more drugs, don’t be. I’m done with that scene. See you in a little bit.” ”She rushes out into the cool night air, before her mom could protest. “Go in, say hi and leave. She coxes, stepping inside the house. The moment she walked in, she knew her plan was sunk. The music’s blaring, booze’s flowing and the smell of pot lingered in the stale night air. “Oh Katelyn I’m so glad you can make it.” Anne replies dragging her friend across the room.

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