“Still working here, I see,” she comments with no emotion.
“Actually, I just finished my last shift,” I admit, and her eyes twitch as I state, “I’ve just gotten my veterinary license and have a job lined up that I start next week.”
“Really?” she asks, and I nod with pride, or more of a screw you bitch, but hey, she did abandon me when I needed her the most. “That’s uh, that’s great,” she says and it becomes awkward which clearly shows how distant we are.
I clear my throat and fidget with my bag and reluctantly ask, “How’s Daddy?”
She swallows and replies curtly, “He’s good, working a lot, but good. How uh, how’s your husband?”
“He cheated, we’re getting a divorce,” I reply, and her eyes widen.
Okay, so he’s holding off on the divorce for reasons I don’t even know why, especially when he’s adamant I cheated but it will happen.
“So I was right then all along about him and your life?” she confirms, but I shake my head.
“No, Mama, you weren’t,” I instantly deny, “because you wanted me to abort my son, my amazing, funny, caring, loving, smart little boy who is nearly eleven.”
My scowling, tantrum-angry little boy, but still.
“A boy…” She whispers.
“Yep, a boy with blonde hair and green eyes, a smile that lights up his whole face, and is further along in his grade than most. My boy who you will never get to know,” I state, and her eyes tear up, but I don’t fall for it.
“My husband may have had an affair, we may be separated and I may have filed for divorce but I have not allowed it to stop me. I got my license, I’m an amazing mama and I’m moving up in the world. While you and Daddy? You chose pride over being grandparents to a boy who would make you so goddamn proud.” I say with pride before whispering, “Goodbye, Mama,” and her tears fall as I walk past her, not looking back.
I could have offered to set her up with meeting Cole, to try and rekindle a relationship with her and Dad, but last week, my old neighbor came into the store and gasped in shock.
Apparently, my parents told the whole community that I had died in a car wreck.
Cole is the only family I need. My parents, the club, Tyler, they all turned their backs on me.
I make my way down the street, opting to walk this morning, and I sigh in the evening air, wondering how in the hell my life turned out like this.
I honestly thought Ty and I were forever. Now I’m trying to rewrite my story, and I’m struggling.
There isn’t a connection with Talen as much as I try, heck, I haven’t let him touch me intimately since that one time we slept together. Then there’s my job, my home, the cockroaches, Cole’s attitude, Ty refusing the divorce, demanding therapy still which the courts fricking agreed with.
Everything is just too much.
I round the corner, my mind not able to comprehend how we got to this place, when I bump into someone who gasps, “Watchit, bitch,” and I look up into my husband’s mistress’s eyes, and my nostrils flare as she smirks, realizing who she bumped into.
“Well, well, well, look who it is…” She laughs, “How’s my man's cock? Still working for you like it is with me?”
Anger like no other fills me as Cole’s tears hit me, and I snarl, “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the bitch who broke the law just to tell a ten-year-old she’s a slut!”
Virginia curls her lips and sneers, “That ten-year-old needed to know his place, and when Trigger and I finally get together, he’ll be going to boarding school where he belongs!”
Anger, so much anger ricochets through me.
Want to fuck my husband because she didn’t have him in high school for a year? Sure, why not…
Threatened my child? Hell no!
I don’t think, I don’t even look around, instead I lift my arm and throw my fist into an unsuspecting Virginia’s face, hitting her eye, making her gasp in shock as she stumbles back. I don’t let her get far. I grab ahold of her fake blonde hair, then using force, I slam her head against the concrete wall of the building next to us, hearing a crunch at her impact and she screams. I do it again, once, twice, three more times before everything goes quiet and she falls to the ground in a heap, knocked out and I grin.
Okay, that felt good.
I breathe heavy as I spit on her like the homewrecking filth she is before I finally look around, my heart pounding.
