"Why? Why? Why can't you fucking come with me! Why?"
God dammit, Beth, because you aren't you!
"I am! I am Beth! Please, please just come with me! We'll go to the coast! We'll drive I-10 till the sun comes up! Remember? Remember Ketch!"
Who the fuck is Ketch? You're not Beth! You're not my Beth!
"Stop saying that! It hurts when you say that! You know me! We fucked in the back of that Cadi we stole, remember? It was outside of the Rust Motel! You told me, Ketch! You told me you couldn't run with out me!"
You're out of your fucking head! Get the fuck out of my wife! What did you do with her!? Where is Beth!?
"Why won't you fucking listen to me? Just come with me! Come with me! Come! I'll show you! You'll remember everything! We just need to go! We need to get the fuck out of here! This isn't our life!"
WHERE IS MY WIFE?
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She cradled herself. Cradled this body made of skin and bones. A body too tight. Too loose. Not sharp enough. Too pale.
She rocked herself. Rocked a body she had stolen from a woman with the prettiest green eyes. Eyes like emeralds in the noon day sun. Rocked a body that she had liked because he might like it. Might like the strawberry red hair all tousled in the dry wind.
Five months was a long time to remain as someone you weren't supposed to be. She wasn't born to be Beth. Beth was a lovely woman with no sins under her fingers. A beautiful delight in sundresses with a job at the elementary school. She taught art to smiling kids who brought her pencils as presents.
And for five months she was Beth. Lost herself in Beth. Lost herself in a life that she hijacked. Lost herself in a husband that wasn't hers. A man who was ordinary and boring and sweet to his wife.
Beth never would have hurt her husband. Beth would have been patient with her husband. Beth would have counted her lucky stars that her husband loved her enough to want to know what happened to her.
Mimi apologized to the face of Beth that looked back in the mirror when she began to wash blood from her hands and mouth.
God dammit, Beth, because you aren't you!
"I am! I am Beth! Please, please just come with me! We'll go to the coast! We'll drive I-10 till the sun comes up! Remember? Remember Ketch!"
Who the fuck is Ketch? You're not Beth! You're not my Beth!
"Stop saying that! It hurts when you say that! You know me! We fucked in the back of that Cadi we stole, remember? It was outside of the Rust Motel! You told me, Ketch! You told me you couldn't run with out me!"
You're out of your fucking head! Get the fuck out of my wife! What did you do with her!? Where is Beth!?
"Why won't you fucking listen to me? Just come with me! Come with me! Come! I'll show you! You'll remember everything! We just need to go! We need to get the fuck out of here! This isn't our life!"
WHERE IS MY WIFE?
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She cradled herself. Cradled this body made of skin and bones. A body too tight. Too loose. Not sharp enough. Too pale.
She rocked herself. Rocked a body she had stolen from a woman with the prettiest green eyes. Eyes like emeralds in the noon day sun. Rocked a body that she had liked because he might like it. Might like the strawberry red hair all tousled in the dry wind.
Five months was a long time to remain as someone you weren't supposed to be. She wasn't born to be Beth. Beth was a lovely woman with no sins under her fingers. A beautiful delight in sundresses with a job at the elementary school. She taught art to smiling kids who brought her pencils as presents.
And for five months she was Beth. Lost herself in Beth. Lost herself in a life that she hijacked. Lost herself in a husband that wasn't hers. A man who was ordinary and boring and sweet to his wife.
Beth never would have hurt her husband. Beth would have been patient with her husband. Beth would have counted her lucky stars that her husband loved her enough to want to know what happened to her.
Mimi apologized to the face of Beth that looked back in the mirror when she began to wash blood from her hands and mouth.