Cheryl is on the run

Cheryl has fled her abusive husband, Carl; the 44 year old stayed in the abusive relationship for so many years. She excused his behavior on the stress of being a struggling middle class family, her 2 now adult children that they struggled to help through college, Carl’s boss, but for until now she never blamed Carl. That is until she was **** into early retirement from the plant she had been working for since high school. She had 26 years with them, and thought she could probably be okay until she found a new job with all of her experience and longevity in the accounts payable and logistics portions of her job, but Carl lost his shit the belligerent twit pulled her around by her sandy blonde hair whipping her with his pistol. So that night once he was asleep she called the police and had a restraining order put on him.

Carl didn’t give a flying fuck about some god damn restraining order as he put her in the hospital. Yesterday, Carl got out of the county jail where Cheryl had served him with divorce papers, and he let her know that if he had to due jail time anyways for her being a “fucking whore” he would just kill her and himself so she couldn’t enjoy it.

She knew he meant it so she ran. He shot up her car, so she kept running. She knew the Johnsons were out of town so she broke in to their house to clean up and let Carl get to the bar before she went back to the police station. Since she dropped her phone down the storm drain while running away. She put her dirty clothes in their washer and took a shower after drying off she moved her clothes and the towel into the dryer and laid down to rest a minute on the bed.

Cheryl wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep when she heard the clicking of a pistol being cocked. She woke up to see Mary Lynn Johnson the oldest kid of the Johnsons’ standing there pointing the gun at her.

“Why the fuck are you in my parents bed naked you fucking whore?” Mary Lynn screamed out.

Cheryl shakily answered, “I’m friend with your mom and dad from the plant, my name is Cheryl Frazier; my fucking abusive husband is trying to kill me. He shot up my car; I lost my phone, and I snuck in to wait him out a bit before trying to go to the police. I am sorry that I scared you. Please I just am trying not to die!”

Mary Lynn realized it was Laura Sue’s mother; Mary Lynn and Laura Sue graduated together. She asks, “so you were naked when he started shootin?”

“No my clothes had dirt, shit, and grease on it from the stuff that I fell in running away, so I used your parents’ washer and dryer as well as the shower,” the still nervous Cheryl explained.

Mary Lynn started taking off her Zaxby’s work uniform after setting the gun down.

Cheryl asked, “what are you doing?”

Mary Lynn laughed, “well if we’re going to wait out the psycho we might as well enjoy some entertainment, the naked 22 year old went and returned with her laptop plugged the HDMI cable to it and the TV in the bedroom and found something to watch naked with the nude older lady.