The Perfect Wife

A New Life.

Her head groggy from the drugs she was put under, Margo began to slowly come to. What she didn't expect, was to be waking up in an unfamiliar bedroom that was covered in floral wallpaper. The furniture was definitely outdated, but that was the least of her problems. Finally able to move, she got up from the bed. Her first instinct was to cry, but feared someone would hear her, so she kept silence.

Very slowly she opened the door to what seemed to be a living room, much to her surprise no one was in there. Like the bedroom, everything was outdated and vintage looking. She slowly walked over to the front door, looked behind her to see if anyone was there and with a quick movement she opened it.

"Help! Someone help me, please. I've been kidnapped." She screamed as she ran out onto the street just outside her house.

Margo realized no one was paying attention to her and she started to panic. She noticed every house looked very similar, the grass on everyone's lawns were perfect. It wasn't until she looked across the street when she noticed a wife sending her husband off to work.

"Excuse me." She yelled as she crossed the street. "Can I use your phone? It's an emergency." She was crying now.

"Are you alright, dear? Here come inside." The woman waved goodbye to her husband and showed Margo inside.

Once seated in the lady's living room, Margo realized how odd the lady was dressed. Her dress was bright red and was checkered. Her hair kept perfectly in a bun and she was wearing a cliche apron around her waist.

"Here darling." The woman placed a tray of lemonade and cookies down on the coffee table. "Have some lemonade, squeezed fresh myself this morning." She smiled as she sat down across from her.

"No thank you. Listen I need to use your phone. Please, I've been kidnapped, you don't understand." Margo tried to fight back her tears.

"Hush now darling, Mr.Allan will be here shortly. In the meantime, have some cookies." The lady picked up the small dish of cookies and held it out in front of Margo.

"I don't want your fucking cookies lady. Just let me use your goddamn phone!" Margo got out of her seat and started to frantically look around the house.

"Oh dear, I can see your upset." She dusted her hands together and got up to calm Margo down. "Please have a seat, I promise you everything will make sense soon."

"No! I want to go home... Please I just want to go home." She began to silently sob in front of the strange woman.

"We all do darling." And just before she could say anything else, a well suited man bursted through the front doors.

"Ah there you are. Thank you so much Linda, I can take it from here." The man said as he reached out his hand for Margo's.

"Get the fuck away from me, don't touch me." Margo pushed the mans hands off her.

"Calm down now Margo, I don't want to have to use these again." The man took what appeared to be a needle out of his pocket. "I have a lot to tell you dear, now just come with us and everything will make sense shortly."

"..no. No." Margo whimpered and as she looked around she decided to run for the door, which on the other side had two more men in suits waiting with tranquilizers.

Everything once again was black and before she knew it she was unconscious.