Page 3 of Mr. Delicious
“Wren think about this. It’s a mistake. A simple mistake.”
“Billy are you completely crazy?” I glowered at him.
He was talking like he really did just make one mistake.
“Wren, if you could stop being such a bitch –”
Bitch? Me?
Oh no, no, no.
I didn’t let him finish. I swung and landed the bat down again on the hood of his Rover and swung it across the wing mirror which flew off and smashed on impact. I hated when people called me that.
I wasn’t a bitch, but hey I’ll be one if that’s what he wanted.
“Jesus Christ! Stop!” He wailed.
Stop? Like hell. I wacked the hood again then rushed him, bat held high.
He screamed and ran around the car.
“Get the fuck out, you lying, cheating son of a bitch!” I howled, loud and feral. “Get the fuck out and don’t come back!”
That bad leg of his worked pretty damn good allowing him to get into the Rover safely.
I jumped back out of the way as the vehicle lunged forward and tore down the drive into the street. Tires screeching.
The skank got up from the swing and made her way down the steps. “I can help you clean up if you want,” she offered, blowing out a massive pink bubble. Her dirty blonde hair smelled of cigarettes and beer. A horrible combination that made me sick.
“No,” I told her. I didn’t want anyone around me right now, least of all her.
The skank shrugged, not caring, then set off in the opposite direction of where Billy had driven, heels clicking along the pavement.
With my whole body tense, head pounding, and heart galloping I walked back inside the house.
I got as far as the kitchen before my legs caved and I sank down to the floor in floods of tears as it all hit me.
Everything hit me. My skin tingled like it was on fire and my head throbbed like it was going to explode.
What a fucking mess. How was I supposed to pay for anything now?
The debt. It was going to kill me. It would end me and everything I had worked so hard to get.
I’d taken two loans out for Billy when we first got together and the secured loan on the house. That was for his debt. He gave me this sob story about using all he had to help his friend while they were going through post-cancer treatment.
Was that a lie too?
Jesus Christ.
I was so stupid and trusting that I couldn’t see what he was trying to do to me.
Hook up with a chick who had her own place and could take care of him, so he could fund his unsavory habits.
What was wrong with me?Why hadn’t I seen this coming?
I had sensed he was cheating for some time, but I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t imagine he would do that to me after I’d done so much for him.
But then, were we even a couple? Sure, we’d lived together for the last three years. But the love had gone from our relationship long ago. I’d say since last year, at our two-year mark.
