Flash Back

"Table for two please", Carl said softly. The waiter scurried over to them and quickly showed them to their seats. Sasha held her head down into the menu, eyes penetrating as if she were planning on disappearing somehow. I'd remember the good days. The sun was shining and we were even more playful than the children at the park. Then I had started woring late because Carl got laid off from the paper factory and my regular eight hour shift wasn't cutting it. I stepped foot into the house around 1 a.m and Carl was right there with this weird look in his eyes. I had never seen this before. He grabbed me and threw me on the floor, complaining about how his dinner wasn't on the dinner and he was starving. He had kicked me in my stomach, calling me out my name and the pain felt sharper than any knife. I looked up, and there he was with that same smirk on his face while he asked me if i was ready to order