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Author: Salice Rodgers
turn and watch as he drives off. So, basically, the man who has filled many of my recent wet dreams is a kid I used to play with in the dirt.
I smile and raise my hand to my cheek and walk inside. Maybe this long week is starting to look up after all. Walking inside I turn the lights on and scream. The room is a total mess and everything has been thrown around. The drawers in the kitchen are all pulled out and dumped on the floor. I walk in the living room and see that the sliding glass door is busted, and the couches have been cut.
What the fuck have I done for someone to hate me this much? I may not have a lot, but everything in this house was all that I had. Someone came in and went through it all breaking what could be broken and what they couldn't break, they cut. I shut the door behind me and slide down it crying.
I don't know how long I sat and cried, but I knew I had to get up and call the police. This would just add to the fuel for Frank and Tank. I would never hear the end of this.
**
The police go through every room and take pictures of everything. I feel like my whole life is on display for them to see. My heart hasn't slowed down, and my breathing is fast.
“Do you have somewhere you can stay for the night?”
I jump as the same police officer from Frank's walks up behind me and starts talking.
“Yeah, I will get a hotel.”
“Are you okay to drive?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Maybe you should take this a little more serious, ma'am. Someone clearly has it out for you. Any idea on who?”
“No, sir, I have already told you I don't have enemies. I work and I come home that is the extent of my life.”
“Have you had any issues with anyone at Frank's?”
“No, sir?”
I don't think that tossing insults with Allyssa is an issue. It was just typical shit a girl does that even when out of high school, she thinks she is better than the world around her. And, at any chance, she will cut them down to make her feel better about herself.
“Well, if you think of anything here is my card. Feel free to call me anytime or come by the station.”
“I will thank you.”
He nods his head and walks out the door shutting it behind him. I go to my room and pack a bag for the night. I guess I will spend my day tomorrow cleaning all this up. So much for a lunch date with Mr. Sexy Tattooed Goodness. The tears come again as I think about Taylor and wish she was here to help me through this. Why would someone want to do this to me? And who?
Chapter Seven
I wake up in the hotel, and the feeling of dread is still with me. I have to go and clean the mess that was once my house and tell Marshall when he comes that I can't have lunch with him. I roll out of the bed and shower. I need to call and check on Taylor before I leave and find out how much it will cost for my window to be fixed. The rest will just have to wait. I bought most of my things at thrift shops anyway, so maybe with a few good nights at Frank's, I will have new things in no time.
Once I am showered and clean I call the rehab center. They let me know that Taylor is doing well, and I won't be able to see her for a couple of weeks. They require the new patients to settle in before they start receiving visitors.
The ride to my house seems to take forever. I go over my mental list as I head there and when I pull in the driveway, I am shocked to see Frank and Tank there waiting for me. They are in Tank's truck, and the back is full of wood and other things I have no idea what they are.
“Uhm, hey, guys?” I say making it a question.
“The cop called and let us know what happened. Again, why didn't you call one of us and let us know?” Tank says as he steps out of his truck.
“Seriously, does the word privacy mean anything to the people of this Podunk town?”
“Joslynn, you live in Alabama, do you actually think he wouldn't call and
I smile and raise my hand to my cheek and walk inside. Maybe this long week is starting to look up after all. Walking inside I turn the lights on and scream. The room is a total mess and everything has been thrown around. The drawers in the kitchen are all pulled out and dumped on the floor. I walk in the living room and see that the sliding glass door is busted, and the couches have been cut.
What the fuck have I done for someone to hate me this much? I may not have a lot, but everything in this house was all that I had. Someone came in and went through it all breaking what could be broken and what they couldn't break, they cut. I shut the door behind me and slide down it crying.
I don't know how long I sat and cried, but I knew I had to get up and call the police. This would just add to the fuel for Frank and Tank. I would never hear the end of this.
**
The police go through every room and take pictures of everything. I feel like my whole life is on display for them to see. My heart hasn't slowed down, and my breathing is fast.
“Do you have somewhere you can stay for the night?”
I jump as the same police officer from Frank's walks up behind me and starts talking.
“Yeah, I will get a hotel.”
“Are you okay to drive?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Maybe you should take this a little more serious, ma'am. Someone clearly has it out for you. Any idea on who?”
“No, sir, I have already told you I don't have enemies. I work and I come home that is the extent of my life.”
“Have you had any issues with anyone at Frank's?”
“No, sir?”
I don't think that tossing insults with Allyssa is an issue. It was just typical shit a girl does that even when out of high school, she thinks she is better than the world around her. And, at any chance, she will cut them down to make her feel better about herself.
“Well, if you think of anything here is my card. Feel free to call me anytime or come by the station.”
“I will thank you.”
He nods his head and walks out the door shutting it behind him. I go to my room and pack a bag for the night. I guess I will spend my day tomorrow cleaning all this up. So much for a lunch date with Mr. Sexy Tattooed Goodness. The tears come again as I think about Taylor and wish she was here to help me through this. Why would someone want to do this to me? And who?
Chapter Seven
I wake up in the hotel, and the feeling of dread is still with me. I have to go and clean the mess that was once my house and tell Marshall when he comes that I can't have lunch with him. I roll out of the bed and shower. I need to call and check on Taylor before I leave and find out how much it will cost for my window to be fixed. The rest will just have to wait. I bought most of my things at thrift shops anyway, so maybe with a few good nights at Frank's, I will have new things in no time.
Once I am showered and clean I call the rehab center. They let me know that Taylor is doing well, and I won't be able to see her for a couple of weeks. They require the new patients to settle in before they start receiving visitors.
The ride to my house seems to take forever. I go over my mental list as I head there and when I pull in the driveway, I am shocked to see Frank and Tank there waiting for me. They are in Tank's truck, and the back is full of wood and other things I have no idea what they are.
“Uhm, hey, guys?” I say making it a question.
“The cop called and let us know what happened. Again, why didn't you call one of us and let us know?” Tank says as he steps out of his truck.
“Seriously, does the word privacy mean anything to the people of this Podunk town?”
“Joslynn, you live in Alabama, do you actually think he wouldn't call and
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