Chapter Three
AMonth Later
Xolani
“Women need a reason to have sex.Men just need a place.”
– Billy Crystal
Dr.Xolani Coleman sat in her chair next to the couch where her patient lay with his eyes closed.His breathing sounded even and she knew he had finally fallen asleep.The sounds of heavy rain falling onto the roof could be heard and she felt sure it was part of the reason her patient slept so peacefully.
God, she wished she could sleep like that and so quickly.
She made a few notes on her pad as she watched Mr.Carlo Menendez rest.It wasn’t as easy of a task as it should be.How ridiculous was it that she was suffering the same fate as her patients.Energy drinks and coffee had stopped helping her and there was no way she’d resort to taking pills.She was exhibiting some of the same symptoms.
Hallucinations.
Sleep Deprivation.
Insomnia.
Hypersomnia.
Dima Valdez had to be a very convincing hallucination.
You name it and she had symptoms for it.She knew a lot of it had to do with the fact that she’d got out of an abusive relationship five years ago.That was when she first had the symptoms start.Light at first, with being unable to sleep for a bit, and then not at all.However, it didn’t explain why she was so sexually frustrated.She had enough dealing with how Ricky treated her, not just when it came to sex, but in life...period.
“No, no, no,” she whimpered, her vision blurring with tears.
Her heart began to beat a bit faster as her hands dampened as the memory of her last time with the supposed love of her life.The man who’d always take care of her.He’d been such a liar.
“Rick, I’m home.”Xolani frowned as she received no answer.Yet she knew he was home because his car was in the driveway.She’d ran her hand along the hood, and it had still felt warm.He hadn’t been home long.She had wanted to surprise him, having finished studying she’d been able to leave early.After all, it was his birthday.She shut the front door and walked through the living room.No sign of him.Maybe he was taking a nap.
The voice in her head emphatically screamed for her to turn around and leave.That she wouldn’t like what she was going to see.Just as she reached the bedroom door and pushed it open she heard it.
“Ohh, Rick!”
A female voice and then a long guttural moan.Not of someone hurt, but someone.A brunette someone.A woman she recognized from Ricky’s job.A woman he was currently screwing in her bed.
She continued staring at them, her body frozen in place.That was the moment Ricky leered back at her as he plowed in between the other woman’s thighs.
“Is this what it takes to get a frigid bitch like you turned on?
She turned to leave and was stopped cold by Ricky’s voice right behind her and his hand gripping her shoulder painfully.
