Maybe her big move had taken a lot out of her, she reasoned. After a nasty breakup with a psychopath of an ex, Winslet had packed all of her things in a hurry and made the trip from Colorado to Florida in a day and half, clunking along in her old Jeep and hoping to God that Logan didn't follow her.
The weeks before her move had been Hell on Earth. Something in him had just snapped. Maybe it was because they were growing more distant, as Winslet had become more and more enveloped in what she hoped would become a thriving career. Art had always been a passion of hers, and while she dabbled in all kinds, the publishing of her first ever comic book had been a success. It had lit a fire inside of her to do more, work harder, to finally become something and be someone. In her diligence, she had left Logan alone more and more often, and more and more often he drank.
At first it was just crying and begging for attention, but it quickly escalated. He began to demand her time, throw things when he didn't get his way, stomp and scream. It was like he was throwing a temper tantrum, yelling things that didn't make sense, screaming at her that she was always acting around him and telling her to just "Go fuck whoever you want, then!" That comment especially shocked her. She had no intentions of being with anyone else, not then and not for now. At least, not until she felt safe again.
Winslet made a choice then, between her possibilities and between being a quiet housewife who didn't accomplish much. She chose the possibilities.
With a quickly written note and a couple boxes of the things she could pack before she was sure he would be back from the bar and Max hurried unhappily into a carrier, Winslet left Logan and sought asylum in Port Mayaca Florida, a small town beside Lake Okeechobe and far, far away from the life she once lived.
So far, her first week had been uneventful.
Winslet leaned on the counter and stared into the darkness of the old house. It had been a convenient find, and while the place could use some work, it would suit her needs. Mostly being silence and isolation while she worked, and while she mulled over whether or not she would be willing to deal with another man any time soon.
Boxes littered the living room, sprawled out across the ground. Her father had sent her a check to get all of the things she may need, with a phone call reminder to visit her grandparents while she was out there. While he sounded stern over the phone, she knew that he was happy she had left Logan. He had never much liked the guy, and Winslet leaving him had probably left him feeling justified.
"Perhaps I should do some furniture shopping, hm?" Winslet asked the darkened house.
With a deep breath, she decided it would be best to head to bed. She had a lot of situating left to do tomorrow.
