What did she do?

Amelia was driving to her parents house after a big fight with her husband, about wether or not he’d been cheating with a slim, tall woman from his work. If he was, I wouldn’t blame him, she was beautiful, high cheekbones, long and straight brown hair with sun kissed skin; not that Amelia wasn’t perfect or anything.

Tears rolled down her face, she knew she was right. There was evidence. Who’s coat is that? Why are they messaging? It’s not a coincidence.

But on the thin roads, next to grassy fields with the moon shining over it, the woman he had cheated with was there. Tall and slim, high cheekbones, beautiful hair, she knew it was her.

She pulled over so fast it made a pair of lines appear in the road and startled the woman, yet what was to happen would startle her more.

Amelia had learnt car keys could be used as a sharp weapon in self defence, she was only protecting what was rightfully hers.

She put on a scared voice and politely asked, “excuse me, I’m lost? Could you help me?” While another tier rolled down her cheek, going unnoticed . The woman just nodded, and said “where to?” In a low, calm voice.

Amelia pointed at the field and asked how to get in, without being seen.

The woman had no suspicions about what was to come.

The woman lead Amelia to the gate and tried to leave, but she pulled her back. She grabbed her and pushed her to the floor, not saying a word.

She stole what was Amelia’s. Amelia will steal what’s hers.

She stabbed her car key into her arm and leg, blood appearing to the surface of her leggings.

She couldn’t get up, or see. All she could hear was Amelia saying “Don’t steal what isn’t yours.” She choked back a tear. “Scars don’t fade, either.”