Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
If you cheated on him and made him a laughingstock I don’t see why not. Every time I have even an inkling of pity for her plight, all I have to do is remember that she’d brought this on herself.
“Furthermore, you are not allowed around my kids and after today if you even try to contact me or them I will have you arrested. Now for the last time, get the hell out of my house." I was tense as a piece of wood waiting for her reaction.
Alyssa
I’m not sure which is worst. That cold hard statement, or the fiery temper. This up and down rollercoaster of emotions was making me tired. I kept running hot and cold from one moment to the next.
"This isn't over, not by a long shot.” There was something in her voice that made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. I saw why when the next words fell from her lips.
The voices were getting louder and my heart rate was picking up speed, and that’s when she dropped the hammer so to speak. Dragging me into her madness.
“Just imagine what the judge and the good people of this community would say if they knew you were fucking the teenage babysitter."
Gulp! It would suck if I got him into trouble like that, since I’m the one who was lusting after him while he barely knew I was alive. But if her words were surprising, what he said next threw me for six.
"Alyssa how old are you?"
He yelled into the room after me. I could’ve sworn he’d forgotten I was here.
"Uhm, eighteen sir." That’s a strange question. One of the reasons he’d asked me to live-in for the summer was because I was of age.
"Eighteen, that means she’s an adult. I can fuck her six ways from Sunday and there isn't a damn thing you or anyone else can do about it. It would be an upgrade as far as I'm concerned."
Oh really now, is that so? Do tell. Looks like it was a good thing I was here after all. Or was he just saying that to get a rise out of her? I wish I could see his face. Damn!
He’d told me to come into the room with him earlier but I hadn’t quite made it there since she’d barged in there ahead of me. And now that the danger had passed I thought it wise to stay out of the line of fire.
No sense in stirring up things when she’s in this mood. I don’t want anything to interfere with me moving in here in the next week or so once the children are out of school.
The voices went low again and I had to strain to hear but it was no use. From the deep timbre of the tone I guessed he was the one doing the talking. I knew I was right when she cried out, not in pain but outrage.
I started to get nervous when I heard what sounded like the school bus engine pulling onto the street and looked out the huge bay window at the front of the house.
These poor kids have had enough, what with their peers knowing about the divorce and what led up to it, from their parents gossiping in front of them.
I’ve dried many a tear after one or the other of them had come to me crying because of some mean thing someone had said about their mother.
I guess people never think of how their selfish acts might affect others, especially their kids. She sure hadn’t if the rumors were to be believed.
Oh shit, I heard breaking glass just as the school bus came to a stop outside. “That’s it you have to leave, my kids are here.” I could’ve told him that wasn’t gonna work, but I’m pretty sure he knew. This was just what she was after, selfish hag.
I watched as she rushed outside and intercepted the kids. He stood off to the side and watched and I stayed put, both of us thinking the same thing I’m sure. Not in front of the kids.
I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but from the looks on their little faces they weren’t too happy to see her. Little Chelsea ran to her daddy crying and that was it for him.
He lifted her in his arms, walked over and took Junior by the hand, and the three of them walked past her without glancing back.
As if she sensed me watching, her eyes came my way and the venom I saw there had me taking a step back. She flounced off to her car and burned rubber leaving. After all that she didn’t even fight to see her kids.
I stood in the doorway to Chelsea’s room as her daddy sat on the edge of her bed drying her tears and assuring her that no, she didn’t have to go be with mommy.