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“Are you putting a com in the living room?” he questioned.
“No. From her texts, she’s never out there with Tim. She always mentions him being in the other room when talking to her witty friend.”
“Her witty friend?”
“Kasey Mabel,” I replied. “She’s the stripper, and she saw me at the club last night when I was dropping off that wad of cash to get Tim there today.”
“Oh, right. I forgot for a minute, but she’s mentioned her being like a sister.” He walked fast. “Look, I’m late for this meeting. Let me know what you find when we see each other at the hotel.”
Humming my agreement, I began moving to the kitchen just to see if I overlooked anything. Setting the cat down by his dish, he went back to eating as I pulled out all the drawers. Being covered by gloves, my prints wouldn’t be found when someone braved coming in here to dust for them down the road.
I knew where their plan was leading, even if they hadn’t quite come to that secret yet. They wanted a woman, but they’d be going back home. It only left one option my mind came to terms with. Scoping the area, I needed to take it all in for when I’d return. At this point, I knew it was when instead of if. They were obsessed with the woman, and their possessive nature grew at a rapid rate.
twenty-two
Millie
After a great day with fantastic sessions from the kids, I felt relieved I got to end it on such a high note. My beaming smile couldn't be ruined for anything because it came from a place of pure joy. Lately, I had been finding things that gave me more of it in the most interesting places. As someone who worked at the prison for many years with my dad, I never had a connection like I did with Draven. Outside of everything else in my life, Antonio kept showing up to be a good person.
Over coffee, he explained to me more about how Astrid leaving hurt him. While I couldn't condone such behavior, I couldn't condemn her either. Something lit a fire within her soul, and she needed to escape whatever family feud trapped her. For myself, I knew their problems needed sorted between them without me meddling. I'd answer his questions about if she's been okay, but I'd let them settle the harder things outside of my comfort zone.
Checking my phone, Kasey messaged me about hating the early shift with her job that would lead into a double shift for a private event away from the club, but she needed the extra shifts for some big purchase she wanted. Adulting sucked when we needed to make the hard calls and work longer hours for more money. I knew that well, and I still reveled in the fact that I made so much more this month. Nothing compared to the tears I shed over my paycheck that I used for personal things instead of household goods.
Part of me knew I needed to feel a sense of guilt for not telling Tim about my new money, but I also wanted things for myself. After he had hurt us financially for months by overspending, I didn't want him to know I had a few extra dollars to spare. He probably didn't even notice that our freezer had actual packs of meat inside of it because he never opened the damn thing. Though, I figured I'd go back to buying him pizza rolls and corn dogs for lunch to save us on his eating out habits.
Pulling into the parking area, I wondered if I could start saving up our money to finally leave this place, but I'd need to pick up a lot more shifts than I did right now. It would cut into my time with Draven and book club, so I didn't know if it would be worth it. Without little happiness’s to help fill my needs, I'd be an empty cup all the time. Was my sanity worth the money?
Deep down, I knew they weren't, and Tim needed to pick up the slack instead of me working myself to the bone to support us. We needed to have that chat again after I gave him the ultimatum, over a month ago. He still hadn't found a new job or tried from what I found in his email the other day. He said he had been, but the proof wasn't there for me to believe his lies.
Sighing, I hated confrontation. More importantly, I hated when people who were supposed to love and understand me put me in the place of needing to be confrontational. They knew how much I hated it, and they knew their behavior was in the wrong. Opening my door, I knew the new friends in my life had been influencing me to be a better version of me, and I began to understand Tim didn't want to be one of them. My heart hurt in new ways because I loved the man inside our apartment. He'd been my life for so long, fighting the economy together... until he left me to battle it all.
Wiping a stray tear, I didn't need to feel sorrow yet. I hadn't heard his side of the story to banish him, but I knew I'd watch his words a little more carefully. And if I had to, internet would be the first thing I canceled in a crisis. I had it at work, and my phone had an unlimited plan. The only thing at home would be his gaming consoles, but he could figure out how to pay for them. Nodding my head, I got out of my car and went to talk with my partner. If he loved me, he'd want to help more than he did.
The pep in my step had me feeling mighty. Wonder Woman in a mundane world. Rushing up the steps, I knew we could make this work and get him back on track. My elation had me stretching it into every crevice of my life. Nothing could stop my joy from spreading into my boyfriend, and he'd love this newfound ambition.
Opening the door, I found myself surprised to not see the TV on. Huh, maybe he already felt the change in the air and wanted to better himself too. Not seeing him in the living area, I went deeper into our small home.
"Tim?" I called out, wandering toward the bedroom.
"Fuck yeah," I heard him hiss before I even entered the closed room. My heart lurched inside my chest. Bile rose in my parched throat that had been normally lubricated moments ago. "Just like that."
Pausing before twisting the handle, I didn't know if I could see him jerking off to porn again. I didn't know if I could stomach comparing myself to the women in the video. Realistically, I knew most men didn't remember the women they touched themselves to, but mentally, it felt like being punched in the heart over and over again.
Closing my eyes, everything good dissipated from within. The isolation of my trauma found me, crippling my next moves. This was where I'd normally turn around and walk back out of the apartment, but something felt off today. Tim never closed the door when he masturbated. Why would he today? And was that cigarette smoke I smelled?
"Good boy, Timmy." And there it was. The sense of dread that had been lurking within me for months had been brought forward the second I heard another woman say his name. Unless he found a porn video with his title, I knew another woman was in my bedroom with him. He brought someone into the home I paid for and now fucked her on the bed I also purchased. That gumption finally did it.
Swinging the door open, I found the woman in lingerie with her tits out, hands in her cunt with her legs spread wide for him to watch. Tim sat in a chair at the bottom of the bed, staring at where she played with herself. Recognizing the woman as one of Kasey's coworkers, I tried to blink back the rapid tears hitting. He either had been seeing a stripper for months, or he spent his walk going to the club and bringing her back for more fun.
"Oh, hey there, sweetie." By her casual greeting and lack of guilt, the second felt more realistic.
"Millie!" Tim finally comprehended I stood in the doorway of our home. "I thought you had something tonight."
"You thought I had something tonight, so you brought a whore home?" I reworded the sentence to make more sense from my jumbled thoughts. Nothing would undo what I just saw my boyfriend staring at. He let a woman into our room and jerked off to her masturbating on my bed!
Catching the hint, the hooker got up from the bed and put her giant tits back into her bra before standing to let her skirt fall back into place over all the things I had already seen. The woman manicured her lower bits to be smooth while I tried to make time to shave in my schedule. Waxing wasn't in my budget, but I missed the days I had someone else do the hard part on my womanhood.
"I think that's my cue." Giving my arm a squeeze, she went to move around me. Clearly, she felt sorry for me, but she was doing her job to pay her bills. Even though I hated it, I couldn't blame the woman.
