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THUNDER
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Pain in the ass!Like I did the night before, I went to the home gym and worked out for a couple of hours before taking a shower and going up to bed. I waited until I was sure she was out cold both nights before going to her and then left before she woke in the morning.
As pissed as I am, I wouldn’t leave my heavily pregnant wife to sleep alone. Plus, I can’t seem to sleep without her next to me any damn way. I kept up the same pattern for the next few days and nights.
I’d drive her to the bakery without more than a hello: how are you? Since she wanted to treat her husband like a stranger with secrets and shit, then I’ll be that stranger until she gets her shit together.
I know it was pissing her off by week’s end because I kept freezing her out during the day and then fucking her at night without letting her cum. By the fifth night, she had the nerve to come for me because, once again, I came in her back and got up to leave.
“You can’t keep doing this; this is inhumane.”
“You can always say no.” That shut her up because I knew she needed that closeness as much as I did. I left her again and went for a ride this time.
I thought my anger would’ve abated by now, but it hasn’t. I’m still so pissed I can’t stand myself. Each time I think about them thinking they had the right to do that shit to her, it makes my blood boil, and I’m tempted to drive back to that house and light the shit on fire. But then I remember there’s a kid there, and that shit won’t do.
I’m not the most forgiving being in the universe, and my mind likes to spend hours thinking up fucked up shit to do to my enemies, and I must’ve killed those three people in fifty different ways.
But her I’m most mad at. I heard from Angel that she didn’t think it was a big deal, but the fact remains that she put herself and my kid in danger over stupid shit that could’ve been avoided. What happens the next time if her team doesn’t get to her in time?
I hate not cumming inside her, miss the closeness that that brings, but until she realizes her mistake and apologizes for scaring me half to death, no dice. But she still doesn’t seem to get it.
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DAN
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Mandy married to someone else?That can’t happen; I won’t let that happen. Mandy has always been mine. I sat on the couch and stewed with anger and rage. I didn’t even know who that man was; I had never seen him before.
After I went to the hospital and got patched up, I became nonverbal for three days. I didn’t speak to anyone; I didn’t want to hear anything anyone had to say; I just wanted Mandy.
Try as I might, I can’t get the image of her pregnant belly out of my head. That was supposed to be my kid. That’s my family. How dare she run off and get married to someone else and have a baby with him when she didn’t with me?
Was Mom right? Had she been lying all along? She was probably taking birth control, as Mom said. But why would she do that? It didn’t make any sense. We were in love once, or were we?
Mom had said that if she’d ever loved me, she wouldn’t be carrying another man’s child so soon after the divorce. Mom thinks she knew this guy all along and had just been stringing me along.
It was hard to separate truth from fiction, especially since I’d been drinking since I came back from the hospital, and the booze mixed with the painkillers was hitting me kinda hard.
I gotta find her either way; I need to talk to her with just us. I’m sure I can talk her into coming back to me. We’ve been in love since we were kids, we promised each other to always be together. There’s no way I’m gonna let anyone else have her.
Mom wanted to have that guy arrested, but Deidre, for once, used a calm head. She claimed that since Mom and I had accosted Mandy on the street in front of witnesses, we might be in more trouble than he is because she’s pregnant.
I hadn’t turned back on my security system since the last outage had knocked out the Internet because there’s no point in any of it anymore. I knew she’d been drugging me, and I still let her back in the house because Mom said it was good for my son to have both of us here.
Now, I wish I’d never listened; I wish I had taken those recordings and had her arrested, but now it’s too late. I glared across the room where she was playing on her phone and muttering to herself. It was all her doing, my wife, my job, all of it.
I’m sure she’s the one who called the faculty and reported me for drug use. Dumb bitch. Now, nobody has a job, and what little savings I had are about to run out. It would serve her right if she ended up on the streets. She must’ve felt me glaring at her because she turned and looked at me with a sour look on her face.
“What’re you looking at gimp?” I looked away and took another sip from the bottle that was never too far from my hand these days.
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DEIDRE
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