She’d been sad that she had had no communication with Clay at all this week.
What did she expect?
That he’d think just as much about those kisses as she had?
That he would want to talk to her on the phone at the end of the day and ask how she was feeling?
Maybe have a meal together?
Send each other little silly texts throughout the day?
What a laughable thought.
She’d had those things with Fredrick. Look at how well that worked out.
He gave her all the attention and validation she always dreamed of. She realized now it was to disguise what he was doing behind her back.
Every man she’d ever dated fit into those categories. Started out strong with the awareness factor, then slowly slipped into withdrawal or absence.
To the point, she was making all the plans and they were just going along for the ride.
She didn’t think she was high maintenance or that she needed all those things.
But she wouldn’t mind a little bit of acknowledgment.
She heaved out a large breath and pulled into her driveway.
The minute she climbed up her front porch she noticed the broken glass.
What the hell?!
The curtains blew inside as the breeze entered through her shattered front window.
She hesitated for a moment. Should she go inside or not?
Her feet were frozen in front of the door. The spot where those flies and dead fish had been.
With her heart hammering, she unlocked her door quickly, stepped in to get off that spot, and then turned to the living room.
There was a rock in the middle of the floor. She bent over to look at it but didn’t need to pick it up to see the word “bitch” painted on it in red.
Like a child had done it, no less.
She slowly stood up, her body shaking, her eyes filling with tears. She spun around the room to see if she was alone but didn’t hear any noises. It didn’t look as if anything was touched in the house either.
This was just too much.
She picked up her phone and called Fredrick.
He didn’t answer. She texted him a picture of it and told him he pushed her last button and she was looking into her options.
The minute she was ready to call Gale, her phone rang and she saw it was Fredrick. “What happened?”
“You tell me,” she said.
“Why do you think I have anything to do with a rock that says that on it?” Fredrick asked.
“It came through my front window while I was at work,” she yelled. “You’ve been to this property multiple times while I’ve been gone. Rearranging things in my art room. Dumping the flowers out of the pots. Putting the fish on the door.”
