“Are you fuck stupid or just ignorant? Let me get this straight. You think I'm going to uproot mine and my children's lives; move into a three- bedroom apartment, so you can live in my seven million dollar mansion with my husband? Bitch is you crazy?”
She started breathing hard on the other line; I guess I was getting to her. “It doesn’t matter what you say, it is what it is.”
“What the fuck does that stupid shit even mean? Listen you little twat, I have better things to do with my day, like fucking my husband as soon as he comes through the door…”
“Hahahaha, we had a good laugh about that, he says you’re not even good at it. Says I’m the best he ever had.” Okay that hurt, but I had to remind myself that maybe she was lying, and just trying to get a rise out of me for whatever fucked up reason. Two can play this game.
“My husband fucked you?”
“Of course, many times.”
Did he eat the coochie first? How long did he last?”
“Five or ten minutes, who cares?” Now she was getting huffy.
“You got jipped.”
I guess I pissed her off because she slammed down the phone in my ear. Ten seconds later my messages started chiming away like crazy. I looked down at my cell phone and saw picture after picture of Travis with some little blonde.
Now the pictures themselves weren’t incriminating. They weren’t naked or anything like that. But he was there, and he was smiling. I saw red. The last caption said, ‘oh by the way I was in your house, fucked him in your bed. First thing I’m gonna do is get rid of that old fashion Chippendale shit. I’m more into iron bars, you know, so he can tie me up.’ And a smiley face. Gutted.
Chapter 6
I tore around my house like a crazy person. Cleaning shit that didn’t need to be cleaned, emptying out the fridge for no damn reason. My mind wasn’t sure if to shut down, or spiral out of control. I wanted to call my girls, but I was afraid to. If this got out, if I talked about it, it would make it more real.
How the fuck did she know what type of furniture I had? And who the fuck is she? She didn’t look familiar, not from around here. How was I going to deal with Travis now? If I kill him my babies will be without their mama. How was he going to explain this away so that I believed him?
Fear threatened to take hold of me but I fought it back. Then I went after the wine bottle. I knew this shit was a bad idea but I needed it. Travis could take care of the kids when they got home later, because I was about to get plastered.
He came through the door whistling, two hours later. I was waiting for him. His little trick hadn’t called back and I had a full head of steam. There wasn’t going to be any fucking going on in here this time. If anybody was gonna get fucked, it was America’s golden boy.
“Jane what…what’re you doing?” He came up short and his eyes went wide. I guess that’ll happen when a drunken woman pointed a gun at your goods.
"Balls to the wall Travis you fucked up."
"But I didn't..."
"Uh, uh, uh, before you lie...she sent pictures.”
“Pictures, what pictures?” He looked totally befuddled.
I slid my phone over for him to get a looksee.
“This is nothing, we were…” I got up to face him and he backed off.
“Let me ask you something. Did you forget who you married? You think because we've been together all these years and I had your children that I stopped being that girl? I can see you remember.
Now let me tell you how it's gonna be. First off, you're not going anywhere. When I said 'til death do us part I meant it, so get that shit outta your head if you were even thinking about it. You try walking out on my kids it would be the easiest twenty anybody ever spent in prison." I scratched my thigh with my glock as his eyes followed the movement and he swallowed.
“Baby calm down I can explain; this is perfectly innocent. I don’t know why Tiffany…”
“Is that that bitch’s name? who is she?”
“She’s one of the girls on the squad, we’re just friends, not even that we just…”
“Save it you lying piece a shit. She told me all about it.”
“Jane, I don’t know why she’s doing this, but nothing happened. Come on, you should know me better than that. You know that’s not the kind of man I am.”
“I don’t know shit you cocksucker.” Whew I should get sloshed more often, it really loosens up the tongue. “You have some serious thinking to do, because this shit right here ends today. Whether it ends with you in a pine box, or in our bed tonight, is up to you.”