We finshed eating in tense silence, well the guys were tense, I was enjoying my dinner and happy to be eating in peace for once. No one was commenting on how fat I was, or the fact that I was eating to much to keep my figure. My kids weren't huffing about what I made for dinner. It was a nice break for me.
When I finished, I stood up and walked over to the sink and started washing the dishes that were in the sink. In the middle of washing up a hand landed on my waist, I look up to see Derek looking down at me. "You dont have to wash the dishes." "I don't mind honeslty I need something to keep me busy."
He nods and grabs a rag, and starts drying off the dishes already in the drainer. I tilt my head towards him and watch him for a second. I noticed tattoos creeping out of his shirt, feeling awkward that I dont actually know anything about these men. So i decided I needed to know more.
"Is he mad that im here?" Derek looks over his shoulder from the cab
"Where are you, honey?" My mom's sweet voice cooed over the phone. The lump in my throat made it harder for me to swallow and keep down the tears that are trying to break free. I haven't talked to my mom in years. James said they were embarrassing, I didn't think so though. We were a loud loving family that always wanted to be together. When we got married and had the kids that changed we stopped going over because James claimed that we needed to make our own traditions as a family. It was hard. Incredibly hard. I was close with my cousins and my aunts and uncles. I was the miracle baby, my parents had the hardest time convincing me each of my parent's siblings had buckets of children but they made the best surrogate siblings a girl could have. James took them all away from me. I'm sure they thought it was my choice to stop talking to them, but never in my life would I turn my back on my family, not by my own choice. I swallowed down the lump in my throat, trying to figure out
I awoke to the impending sound of the garbage truck coming down the street. I jolted out of the bed knowing my husband forgot to pull the trash can out on the curb this morning. I knew i shouldnt have fallen to sleep after i dropped my kids off at the bus stop. "stupid stupid stupid" i chanted to myself as I tripped down the stairs to the front door. I ran to the side of the house where my overflowing trashbin was sitting. I pushed with all my might determined to beat the garbage men who seem to be working at super speed this morning. The truck slowed to a stop right in front of my house. I looked up to the truck to see the kind eyes of a beautiful man, I turned a little towards his coworker who was equally has goregous but he had a playful glint in his eyes and a smirk on his face. "You guys are early this morning" i said softly "And your a little underdressed beautiful." said the playful one. I looked down at my bare
Trigger warning *Domestic Violence* I just stared at my husband in complete shock. "Well?" "ummmm..I just was taking the trash out I panicked. I heard the truck coming and just hopped out of the bed." "Bed? What were you doing in bed so late?" His face started to turn red with anger and i knew I was never gonna hear the end of it. James liked to be the victim, he portrayed me as a horrible person a lazy person an ugly woman. Which I did not understand because I did everything he asked and everything that he wanted. I was a dutiful wife and a doting mother but none of that ever mattered to him. *slap* I blinked my eyes a couple times realizing what had just happened. Tears started to flow steadily from my eyes "wh-" " Shut your mouth Lorna! I am honestly tired of hearing you talk. Were you trying to whore yourself out to the trashmen? To the neighborhood? If I dont want to touch you know o
Ryan The minute i saw that beauty run out of her home in nothing but a tank top and a pair of underwear. I could not get her out of my head. I was driving the truck while my two best friends actually got to talk to her. I was trying not to be jealous because there moment was so brief but they got to hear her voice and look her in the eyes. I could tell by the way she acted and the way she looked although she was beautiful it looked as if she could shine so much more than she was. Something or somebody was making her sad. Since i have always been protective of my friends its always been the four of us I have never wanted to protect someone as much as i did that women. I had seen her husband before pulling the trash out and he looked like a scrawny douche. I hope i saw more of the woman and less of the douche because something in me wanted to make me want to fight him. I wouldnt say im intuitive but I got a bad feeling about that house and that fami
The week went by slowly and so did the healing of my bruises. I waited and waited for my kids and husband to get home or to even get a phone call and i got nothing. Friday came and there was no sign of my family coming home. I heard the trash truck coming down the street this time i was fully clothed and more I had a long sleeve shirt on and a pair of black leggings on. My hair was down to cover as much as my face as i could. I walked out slowly to the trash can and pulled it to the curb waiting for the trash men to come. Thankfully there were two different men on the back of the truck both equally as handsome as the two that came last week. I gave a small smile avoiding eye contact as much as possible. "hi, i had a quick question to ask if you guys have the time?" I said as meekly as possible. "I can answer any questions you have miss" A goregous pair of green eyes met mine as they sparkled in the beautiful sunlight. He was a tall m
Ryan This scrawny ass dude has some nerve to talk to his wife and to me like that. This poor fragile woman was out here asking a question in order to take care of her home and this man was screaming about how she was whoring herself out. I know my boys stopped the truck which we werent supposed to really do but we didnt care. Violence against women is for pussies and we did not respect pussies. "Excuse me?" The pussy douche sneered. "I pay your salary I pay for your service and i am telling you to get away from my property, my wife included." The way he described his wife as property and not as something to be treasured really got my temper rolling, if I was not careful I would end up in jail. I could feel Derek coming closer to me he was the one who could keep me calm under even the worstn of any circumstances. I clenched my jaw and my fist and looked at this beautiful woman and I could see her visbly shaking pain and
Derek I didnt know her, but she was beautiful and when Ryan and I had talked to her I could sense something good about her. I had seen her before on the route getting her kids to school. When she was with her kids she seemed to be smiling from ear to ear all the time. To see her so upset and shaking behind her angry horrible husband made me sick to my stomach. My mothers boyfriend was similar and because of him I had lost my mother. I was 13 years old my mom had picked me up from school she had the same smile she always had. It was bright and amazing it could light up a room. The corners of her eyes would crinkle just a little,her brown eyes similar to mine but her eyes had a special twinkle to them. She always said that she gained that twinkle the day I was born. My mother was the sweetest woman and fell under the spell of lies and decit by her boyfriend. He won her over with corny pick up lines cheap cologne and some fancy dinners. Once he won my
Lorna201 pine lane,has been my home for 10 years and instead of feeling like a home it felt much more like a prison.We lived in one of those suburb neighborhoods in which every house looks exactly the same, when we had first moved into our home we were in total bliss the house looked amazing a beautiful rose garden at the front of the house surrounding the front bay windows and the side of the garage. The grass was a beautiful green and taken care of every weekend the house was a bright white and the inside always immaculate. Now the inside is always immaculate the outside now looked desereted while the grass was always cut it was brown. I felt that reflected my marriage perfectly. A week went by since the altercation with the trashmen. I was incredibly thankful for their willingness to help me and stand up for me without knowing me. The issue with them standing up for me was the consequenses that came after. Instead of an outburst James turned to me shook his head i