Best Night Ever. Short Story.

Sherry looked down at the wine stain on her dress, that would never come out and of course she just had to wear white tonight, of all nights. She grabbed a handful of tissues and started blotting at it. The asshole who bumped into her had vanished, taking with him a now empty glass of wine, didn’t even have the decency to try and help. Prick. One or two people glanced her way and a few more chuckled, but none of them helped either. Sherry made her way to the bathroom, at least there she would be able to work in peace.

The bathroom had marble floors and counter tops, which was a little bit more upscale than Sherry had expected, when Diana had invited her out tonight she had really only expected the pub until Diana told her to wear a dress. Sherry knew then that they were going to be celebrating the promotion that Diana had been working her ass off for. Then of course Diana had to cancel last minute, Sherry was pissed, more at Diana than Todd this time. She knew the relationship wasn’t great and always tried to be there for her, but Todd was just too controlling and Diana knew it. Sherry grabbed a handful of tissues and continued to try and save her dress and salvage the evening. If Diana hadn’t given in and cancelled because of Todd’s whining then she wouldn’t have a big ass wine stain all down her side. Sherry looked in the mirror, it was as bas as she had thought. She looked from the stain to her make up, she looked good, if she did say so herself, she had really dressed up for tonight. She grabbed the tissues, threw them in the bin with a sigh and grabbed her purse from the counter. There was no point, she could deal with it when she got home, after all the night was just going from bad to worse, might as well head it off at the pass and just call it a night.

Sherry shivered in the night air, she put on her jacket and started to walk towards the bus stop. The busses were still running, and would be for another few hours, might as well save some money. A gust of wind blew past her, Sherry shivered as the breeze became stronger. It was supposed to be a mild night, but of course that would be wrong too. Sherry looked up and saw a taxi, “fuck it”, she stepped out to the side of the road and hailed him. He pulled over and she hopped in. She gave her address and settled back into the seat. She was planning on getting a taxi home later on anyway, might as well get home a little faster than the bus.

Sherry let herself into her house, everyone else was out for the evening, everyone but her. She threw her bag onto the table and shrugged off her jacket. Upstairs she quickly changed into some pyjamas. She brought the dress downstairs and after some quick googling, set to work on trying to get the stain out.
Sherry was finishing up cleaning when her phone rang, “Hello?”
“It’s me, I need your help.”

“Diana?”
“Yeah. Look, I don’t want to talk about it over the phone. Can you come to mine? Please?”
“Yeah, sure, I’ll be over in a few minutes, are you ok?”
“I’m fine, just get here.”

Sherry hung up and ran upstairs to throw on jeans, she had never gotten a call like that from Diana before, she was always the suffer in silence type. Once she was dressed Sherry threw on a pair of runners, grabbed her keys and set out. She had already drank most of a glass of wine while out and helped herself to another glass while cleaning, so she chose to walk, and she jogged most of the short strip.

When she knocked on Diana’s door it opened immediately as though Diana had been waiting on the other side, she ushered her in and closed the door.
“What happened?”
“I’m in trouble, really bad trouble. It’s Todd. I stayed home because we kept arguing about it so it was just easier to stay but he just kept getting angrier and angrier, he left about ten minutes ago, but he said he’d be back.”
“Why are you still here? C’mon let’s go.”
“Where? He’ll check your place.”
“If he shows up I’ll say I haven’t seen you and if he won’t leave I’ll call the police, ok?”
“Ok. I don’t have any of my things though.”
“That’s ok, don’t worry, we can always come back for stuff another time. When will he be back?”
“I don’t know, he didn’t say where he was going.”
“C’mon, we’ll just get out of here, you can borrow my clothes for the next few days, ok?”
Diana nodded.

Diana was asleep on the couch, finally. She spent much of the night fretting or crying, or both. Sherry wondered if this would be it, if Diana would actually leave this time. Sure Todd was manipulative and awful, but he had never physically hit Diana. Not that Sherry knew of at least. Maybe this would be her wake up call and she’d be able to get out before anything truly bad happened.

Much to Sherry’s relief, Todd didn’t show up at the house, neither of them heard from him until the Police arrived. Todd had been found in the kitchen, stabbed to death. Diana and Shelly never spoke of that night again, sometimes Sherry wondered if Diana had called because Todd had gone or if it was because she had done something truly awful. When ever that thought appeared she would push it aside carefully. There was no proof that Diana could have done something like that. Sherry hadn’t seen their kitchen, but Diana would have had some blood stains on her if she had stabbed him. No, it was better to think of it as a lucky escape for Diana, that it was simply a robbery gone wrong and Todd was just unlucky.

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About Alan James Keogh

I am a 24 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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