Page 15 of Holly's Valentine Vow

Confusion wraps around my brain, so I ask the only question that comes to mind, “Why?”

“Because you’re the reason my boy is dead,” she tells me, sounding so hateful.

“Where are you, Myra? The police know it was you,” I reply.

“That’s for me to know and y’all to find out,” she sing songs, her words are maniacal and have goosebumps erupting across my skin.

Jesus, she’s batshit crazy! Deciding to record the call, I hit the button on my phone, thankful that the last update gave me that option.

“So, because you think I’m responsible for Devin’s death, you decided to hit Rebel?”

“You were supposed to be on the bike with him!” she yells, repeating her earlier statement.

“No, I wasn’t. I was at home, working. Do you know you almost killed him?” The anger radiating from me has my body shiveringin response. If she were in front of me, I’d wrap my fingers around her neck and squeeze the life from her. I’m that mad!

“Good, you don’t deserve to be happy.” Fuck. Her. She has no idea what monster she unleashed by trying to take away the one man that makes me and my girls feel happy.

“So, you’d willingly let your own granddaughters become orphans? What kind of sick person does that?” I question. “Myra, I’m hanging up now. Just know, your time’s coming.”

“As is yours,” she sneers before disconnecting the call.

Shudders wrack my body as her words replay in my head. I don’t know what to make of her last statement either, it almost feels like a threat or maybe even a prediction of sorts even though I know I’ll never be in a position to where she can get her hands on me, but now I’m worried that she’s going to make me her sole target since it appears that was her original plan to begin with, only she ended up hurting Rebel instead. What if I have the girls with me when she decides to strike? Tears spring to my eyes as everything from the past two weeks crashes down on me and tries to swallow me whole. As the sobs pour out from my soul, I realize I can’t call Rebel in this morose condition. There’s nothing he can do, and I won’t put this additional strain on his shoulders to carry. Pulling up our text thread, I decide to go that route tonight.

Me: Hey, handsome! I’m wiped out so figured I’d just text you tonight.

Rebel: Miss your voice, Holly.

Me: And I miss yours, but Grammy scolded me on how tired I look. I think she’s expecting me to go right to bed.

Rebel: LOL. Did you lock up the house and set the alarm?

Me: Yes, sir.

Rebel: I like that, we’ll explore that when I get home.

Me: No, we will not. I’m not calling you sir or daddy. That’s just…ew…no. I don’t mean to yuck on someone else’s yum, but that does nothing for me at all Rebel.

Rebel: ROFLMAO. I love you, Holly. Get some sleep and I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t forget, I’ve got my physical and occupational therapies first thing.

Me: I remember. I’ll get there close to lunch time since Grammy’s sending food for you.

Rebel: Thank God. If you saw what I had to choose from for breakfast, you’d probably be hauling your ass up here to bring me that too.

Me: That bad, huh?

Rebel: Put it this way, you and the brothers will be supplementing my food unless y’all want me to drop a lot of weight.

Me: Yeah, we’ll make sure you’ve got food, handsome. Don’t want you losing any of your physique. I mean, the hospital food wasn’t too bad.

Rebel: The food here is toddler food, Holl. Not even lying.

Me: Don’t forget, there are a lot of elderly people there on the assisted living side. I bet they base their menu on them and their appetites.

Rebel: Well, they need to revamp that shit.

Me: LOL. Go to sleep, handsome. Dream about me and I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll be the one bearing food gifts.

Rebel: Don’t forget the cookies and the pictures from the girls.

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