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)
“You got a problem with my head?” If he keeps rolling his eyes like that, he’s going to need a damn optometrist.
“I don’t appreciate what you did.”
“And I don’t appreciate you talking to the woman you had sex with and was in a relationship with for eight years. Especially when that woman does nothing but put me down and talk bad about me.” He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.
“And unless you want this to be one of the shortest marriages in history, you will not, not now, not ever, bring that bitch up to me or defend her in my presence. You call in hits, I carry my shit out myself. You want her to die?”
I guess he didn’t realize how serious or how hurt I was until now. “Shit!” I don’t know what he was about to do when he left his chair after that expletive.
He walked around the table and came to my side, then lifted me out of my chair and sat with me on his lap. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I’m sorry.”
HELEN
You’ll pay for everything you did to me.
Not only you but your daughter Mitzie.
Everyone will soon know the truth,
Throw yourself off a roof.
You had to bribe a man to stay with you.
Now, your judgment day is due.
“Who is this?” I looked around the inside of the car because it sounded as if the voice was coming from right beside me. The stupid lyric, poem, or whatever kept playing over and over again, with a weird maniacal laugh at the end of each loop.
“Who is it, dammit?” I smacked the steering wheel, and fleas like dust took flight, coming from all directions. I tried shooing them away with my hands like I’d been doing since the day before, but it hardly made a difference.
There was no one here with me as I peered out the dirty windshield and windows of my car to see where that voice was coming from. Then I paid attention to the words and for some reason, I felt a shiver run down my spine as a feeling of impending doom sent coils of fear through me.
“Bribe a man? What man?” I made a sound like a whimper as I looked around fearfully one more time. If I didn’t know better, I would swear someone was messing with me.
I needed the restroom in the worst way but was afraid I wouldn’t make it in time. I looked around the car for something to use to empty my bladder but found nothing. The parking lot, this corner of it anyway, wasn’t that crowded, so I was sure I would get away with it.
One of those damn fleas buzzed by my ear while another one landed on the dashboard. I smashed it beneath my hand and felt a sense of joy that I got it. The fever I’d been fighting all night seemed to be getting worse, and my head was pounding like a staccato of drums in my temples.
I drove by the house before coming here to see if maybe I could sneak inside to get some medicine for the blinding headache and chills, but it was cordoned off, and that nosy ass neighbor from across the street was sitting out on her front porch having her morning coffee before the cock even crowed.
There was no way I was getting out of the car with her sitting there, and I cursed myself for not thinking ahead before leaving the house yesterday. But how was I to know that things would turn out like this? I thought I would be in a cool hotel room by now, waiting for my husband to come rescue me.
I was all set to give him an earful for leaving me like this, but now that was the least of my worries. I’d given up trying to reach him sometime last night, and that was about the time I realized that he had to be ignoring me because he should be back home by now, which meant he’d either turned his phone off or blocked me.
I’d convinced myself these past few days that it had to be the distance and the fact that he was out of the country. Even though that didn’t make sense, I needed to believe that because the alternative did not bear thinking.
I’ve never felt so miserable in my life, and what’s worse, I can’t seem to remember anything. Who to call, where to go, nothing. Just a week ago, the world was at my fingertips, but now, I don’t even have enough money to buy a candy bar.
It doesn’t make sense for my credit cards to be canceled, and now the fools claimed that since I didn’t have an address, there was no way of sending me new ones. That’s because I was dumb enough to tell them the truth about the house, or was I just confused?