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Elsa Alone

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"Thank you for staying with us, Camille! Come back soon!"

Elsa smiled at the friendly woman at the front desk. "Thanks fer havin' me, Aileen," she replied, her practiced, southern drawl sliding out one final time before she disappeared past the doors of the main motel building.

Hauling backpacks and shopping bags into the backseat of her small, used car, she let out an exhausted sigh. She scratched her nose with her sleeve and adjusted her sunglasses. In the reflection of the car window, she could see her blonde roots just beginning to peek out from the vivid, orangey-red hair she had cut shorter. In this state, she wouldn't pass off for a natural redhead. Right now, however, she didn't give a shit. She looked over her shoulder and hurried into her car, slamming the door hard once she was inside.

For a moment, she just sat there. So much had happened in just a few weeks... No, it'd been over a month by now, right? Right. She had convinced herself that this... this freedom was exactly what she had wanted. Now, she wasn't so sure.

Shaking her head, Elsa removed her sunglasses and pulled down the car's sun visor, looking at herself in the small mirror. Her face was raw; she bore no makeup whatsoever. She hadn't since the morning of. While it was fine at first, she noticed that she currently looked understandably worn. Confused. Conflicted. She went in wanting nothing more than to watch the downfall of her pathetic, lying joke of a husband. She had a strong, heinous desire to see how badly she could screw him over. Now, she wasn't so sure that destroying him was what she wanted to do.

Mumbling to herself, she snatched one of the bags from the backseat and unzipped the largest pocket. She yanked out a sheet of paper and stared at it for a couple of moments. She had jotted down the name of the lake beach her friend had described to her over the payphone she used to call him. Her friend. It was just her luck that someone she knew would make an appearance in a small town several hours away from her home. What were the odds that out of all of the people who could've recognized her in her attempt to remain a missing woman, it was someone from college? Someone from college who had clearly had a high school crush on her at that. What if he still did? If her next plan were to work out, perhaps that would be vital...

After getting her hands on a computer, she had successfully printed directions from the motel, which she'd been staying at after being spotted, to the beach. She'd meet him there that night. She wouldn't bother sprucing up her appearance. He knew who she was. No need to be "Camille" for him. Besides, she'd already crafted a story for him. Ezekiel—or BJ, as you remember him from college—had become so so so abusive. She wanted to divorce, but he'd threatened her, telling her he'd murder her if she tried to leave him. She was so scared. She ended up panicking and faking suicide one day to escape him. She didn't think her false death would lead to him being questioned about her whereabouts. Much less did she assume anyone would begin to think her husband had eaten her... Maybe, when she told the story, she'd say how she was too scared to go back. Definitely throw some sorrowful sobbing in. That could buy her a stay at the pitying man's house. No matter what, she knew how to break this friend of hers. That's not at all what she was worried about.

As she gazed at the map, she ran the plan over in her head, making adjustments here and there. She was good on money, and she still looked enough like another person to walk into stores unrecognized so she could buy things like hair dye and the likes to later restore her appearance. She figured being a victim of kidnap could work. Would anyone believe her, though? Maybe... although it'd probably be more convincing if she wasn't the only victim... She and this man did have a female mutual friend, right? That could work, as long as he and the other girl still kept in touch...

Stowing the map and adjusting her mirror, Elsa breathed out. Was this really worth it? She'd ran away from her husband because she'd thought he wasn't good enough, and she'd thought he was a liar and a creep and a cheat... But he had put himself on live television for her. He freaked anytime a camera was even in his line of vision. Plus, everything he'd said... It was absolutely perfect. She could tell his intentions. She saw that he'd figured her out, and she knew he wanted her back. He wasn't as dumb as she'd first believed. Perhaps they really were meant for each other after all.

She turned on the car, beginning to pull out of the parking lot. It was time to fix the mess she had made while still retaining her innocent facade. She knew that if she did this just right, everyone would be ecstatic to hear that she was alive, and that she'd survived being kidnapped. Plus, she'd have Ezekiel back. How she couldn't wait to see his face... how hard it must be for him to lay eyes on the woman who completely destroyed his life... the woman who now has power over him... the woman he still couldn't deny he wanted, even after everything she'd put him through... It was delicious. She practically couldn't wait to get back to him. For now, however, patience was a virtue. Still, as she pulled into the highway and started for the same little town she'd just left a few days prior, she mumbled one thing under her breath:

"See you soon, asshole..."
This takes place a number of years after the events of "Roommates". All I can say is that Elsa isn't at all the nice girl you may remember her to be. Here's a glimpse of her true colors.
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