Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“I see your point.”
“Do you? So does that mean you’re gonna leave me alone about that shit?”
“Yes, ma’am.” She’s so testy. She tried slamming out of the car once we got back to the house, and I had to catch up with her and throw her over my shoulder to try to get her out of her snit. Just as I had planned, she laughed and tried beating in my back with her fists. “Put me down, you big idiot.”
“No, not until you forgive me.”
“Forgive you for what?”
“For upsetting you. You have to know that that’s never my intention.” She pouted and looked at my chest when I let her down on her feet.
“Okay, but don’t do it again.”
“Fine, now what about Helen?”
“What about her?”
“A good lawyer might be able to get her off since she claims it was an accident.”
“She can’t afford a lawyer.”
“So…? What are we thinking?”
“I say let her rot.”
“Done!” She looked at me squinty-eyed.
“You’re scary!”
“Aren’t I just? Now let’s go to bed; I have a sudden hunger for you.”
“You’re always hungry for sex.”
‘” And who is to blame for that, I wonder?” She blushed and took off running with me behind her. There’s never a dull moment with her, that’s for sure.
DENNY
Today has been some level of hell, for sure. First, my run-in with Alyssa didn’t go as planned, and then the damn raccoon in my car just had to bite me. You’d think that would be the worst of it, but nope. I guess I should be grateful to the two strangers who ran me down and pulled me over before I got back home.
They claimed they’d seen what happened and thought it was better that I went to the hospital. I was so confused by that point I didn’t question anything, so I just left my car and followed them back to theirs.
It was only once we were all inside with the doors closed and locked that my fear kicked in, but lucky for me, they’d been true to their word and had taken me straight to the hospital and had even hung around to wait, which was another blessing I was soon to find out.
The shot, which I had erroneously thought would just be a regular shot in the arm, was anything but. The stupid doctor had injected directly into the bite, and that shit still hurt worse than the bite did hours later.
After we left the hospital, I was in no shape to do much of anything since my head was spinning, and I felt as though I was going to throw up with each step I took, so they drove me back to my car, but then one of them had to follow in my car while I laid in the backseat of their car too weak to even lift my head.
I don’t know how they knew where I lived, but I figured I’d somehow relayed that information in my pain fog at some point. I shit myself as soon as I walked through the door because the diarrhea that I had held in all this time just couldn’t hold on for the last few steps to the bathroom once I knew the door was just ahead.
I was a mess after changing out of the soiled clothes and sitting on the head for what felt like hours. At some point, I made it into the shower, where I had to lie while the water beat down on me from above.
When I finally had the strength, I crawled my way to my room and up onto the bed, where I was interrupted by my mother as soon as my head hit the pillow. She came in to show me her phone with pictures of Lacey throwing out bloody pads, of all things, which only made my nausea worse.
“Ma, why the hell are you showing me that?” She knocked me in the head, yes, my already throbbing head, “Because this means she’s not pregnant, you ass. I want her out of here.”
It would’ve been fine if she left it there since I agreed with her sentiment, but she had to continue with her latest mantra about what a disappointment I am and how Alyssa was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I’ll never find another like her. My own mother had already written me off and cursed me at twenty-four.
I was too sick to fight with her, so I just rolled over to get some sleep. I would like to celebrate the fact that Lacey was finally out of my life but I didn’t have the will to even breathe. The injection site felt as if the needle was still going in and out of there, and my stomach refused to settle down.
I’m not sure how often I went in and out of the toilet, but it was a lot. I noticed how quiet the house was at some point and realized that everyone else must have gone to night service at the church. I was thirsty as hell, but if I took one more step, I think my head would explode. So, I crawled on my belly back to my room and made my way onto the bed.