Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
I had no choice but to leave when she waved the gun at me, but this wasn’t the last she was going to see of me.
HELEN
On my way out the door, I noticed her old beat-up truck and headed in that direction. Out here in the country, so far away from city folk, no one bothers to lock their doors or take the key from the ignition, so I wasn’t surprised to find it so when I opened the door to the truck.
I had to move fast, though, before she or anyone else realized and peeled out of there. I didn’t breathe easily until I was well away from the house, and it was even longer before I stopped looking over my shoulder.
That feeling of calm once I was in the clear didn’t last for very long though, not once my eyes fell on the envelope that I had thrown onto the passenger seat. I felt sick all over again but was still at a loss as to what to do.
Thankfully, I still had my phone, but when I tried calling my daughter, it was going straight to voicemail. It was only then that I realized I had no one else to call, no one that would pick up the phone anyway.
That nasty feeling grew in the pit of my stomach again, and I started crying the way I haven’t since I was a young girl who had just realized that my life was shit. I remember that old bitch used to grumble about how Daddy was a good man and that I needed to be grateful for the things he did for me.
Right now, I’d give anything for a leaky roof over my head and a loaf of bread. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going; I had no destination in mind, so I pulled into the first parking lot I noticed because my breathing was becoming a bit choppy, and I felt like I was going to pass out behind the wheel.
Now, I was at the point where I was trying to figure out where I went wrong. How had things come to this? This couldn’t have been an overnight thing, this had to have been planned in advance.
But when? Was it before or after that little bitch attacked us in the house? Maybe I should go to the station and make a report. I bet that rich husband of hers would pay good money to keep her name out of the papers.
Yeah, that’s a route I can take. I didn’t even know she was getting married to someone else; no one had said anything to me. I thought she was marrying that wimp, Denny, who wasn’t going to be any trouble at all and wasn’t necessarily someone I would’ve wanted for my daughter.
Sure, his family had some money, but there were much better catches in the area. I always wondered what the little bitch saw in him, but it was none of my business. Had he been someone better, I would’ve pushed Mitzie to the forefront to take her shot because there is no way I would let that bitch do better than my kid.
Maybe that’s why she’d kept the whole thing a secret from everybody until after they were married because she was afraid someone better would steal him from her. Maybe I could sell their story to the tabloids; I heard a long time ago that people made good money doing that.
I had options, and that made me feel better. I did have to spit out the window a time or two to get the taste of bleach out of my mouth. That old batty bitch had put bleach in my coffee like she was trying to kill me. I’ll be sure to tell my Daddy as soon as he gets back.
He may not like me after the fight we had after my divorce when I had to tell him some hard truths about how much I always hated my life, but once I remind him of how Mama had died young and how I was raised without a Mama, something that always fills him with guilt, he’d forget all about being mad.
My phone kept going off every few seconds, but each time was worse than the last when I looked. Everyone was talking about Alyssa and her new husband, as well as the fact that they had bought that big old house that everyone around these parts had been drooling over for generations.
“That bitch don’t deserve none of that.” Of all the things that had befallen me of late, her success was the one that got to me the most. I hate her as much as I hate her mother. I could never get either of them to show even an ounce of envy over the fact that I had taken Corbin from them.