The Coin Has A Say

It's Christmas Eve and Krissy is warm in her bed. It's Krissy's first year as a single woman, and the first winter where she didn't have her husband in bed with her. The wind blows and a tree branch slaps against her window. Krissy opens her eyes, she looks at the light from her candle, waiting, listening, telling herself there is nothing to be afraid of. Glass breaks, she sits up, her mind racing the worst possible scenarios, and then trying to calm herself knowing her vivid imagination can play tricks on her. Virginia climbs into the dining room window and falls into the house on the hardwood floor. Krissy sits up in bed, she knows for certain that someone is in the house. She looks in her purse for her cell phone to call for help. She left it in the kitchen on the phone charger. She grabs a bat and cautiously walks down the stairs. "Bunny, we've got to be quiet," Virginia tells her stuffed rabbit. Krissy hears a voice, "I'm armed, and I am not afraid to shoot," she threatens. Virginia giggles incessantly. Krissy is confused and scared, "show yourself!" Virginia pops up from behind the kitchen island. Oh, it's just a sweet girl, and she looks hurt. She's dirty and she has bruises on her face, her knuckles, her nails are manicured as if she's had a home, but there's dirt underneath them. "Where do you live?" "I'm not going back there," Virginia warns. Krissy wonders for a moment if she is from the insane asylum down the street, although they call it a recovery center now. She needs to find her phone, she needs to call the police to take her back. But Virginia has something else in mind.