Christine walked into the bedroom in a daze and sat down on the bed. And then was nearly startled out of her wits when she heard her husband yelling.
"Who the hell are you?!" Gregory suddenly yelled. "How did you get in here?!"
She turned around and looked at him with wide eyes full of shock. She knew that this was Gregory, her husband. But at the same time, it felt so wrong. She was only a teenager. Plus, he was definitely not her type. She blinked, feeling weird thinking these thoughts. But that didn't stop her from believing them. For some reason, she began to think about things in a different way, and it felt totally right.
"It ... it's me, Gregory."
"You who?"
"Christine. I ... I changed. I don't know how, but ... I'm different."
"This isn't funny. You're in serious trouble. You do know that, right?" he asked, reaching for his cellphone. He pressed 9-1-1, then began to speak into the phone. "Police ..."
Christine didn't stick around for the rest. The moment she saw what he was doing, she bolted out of the room. She had no interest being there anymore anyway. She knew it was her house, her home, but she felt like she should be somewhere else right now.
And by the time Gregory finished his 9-1-1 call, his wife was long gone ... in more ways than one.
