GO GET NORMAL

LOLA

The air was thick with something I knew wouldn't be in my favor.

I found myself swallowing after every couple of minutes in an effort to fill the void that had taken over my stomach.

Eye bags hung heavy against my face. I had not gotten any sleep the night before. 

For the most part of it, I had dug myself sore and painful, in a desperate effort to flatten out my p*ssy which was swollen from need — Freddy, my father-in-law, and my husband's best friend.

I had squirted dirty on the bathroom floor, against the walls and on the bedsheets. A very rough night that was much needed for my sanity.

I had managed to get my mind to want to sleep, but for more than an hour, I was restless even with my eyes shut.

Standing now beside the opened window — I had intentionally moved to that spot. My chest was pounding uncontrollably and I needed the assurance that the space was not going to close in on me, that the city stretched beyond the cage of a room as a wife in Eddy Langford's mansion — Eddy in front of me, staring suspiciously into my face like he was trying to read the thoughts I was fighting desperately to hide.

I exhaled heavily, hoping it would kick out those thoughts that were beginning to cloud my mind again.

I was anxious to my toes, but I tried as much as possible not to show it. Hence, Eddy would be winning again, like he did most of the time.

With his eyes still pinned to my face, Eddy let out an exasperated gasp, more like a punch to my guts.

My entire body trembled when he carelessly threw the large brown envelope he was holding to the space on the bed closest to where I stood — a confirmation that its contents had everything to do with me.

"You have quite a number of people watching out for you," Eddy said, pressing out the perfect lapel of the fine suit wrapped around his figure like a clad of authority that I wouldn't dare to disobey.

A knot tightened in my stomach, and my eyes wouldn't stop staring at the envelope laying on the bed like a ticking bomb waiting to explode.

"I don't understand," I stuttered, barely holding up my weight to the train of thoughts that formed endlessly in my head.

Was Eddy going to finally get me divorced?

Was it a lawsuit with unbelievable charges against Connor?

He might be his best friend, but he had definitely crossed the line by calling him out like that in front of his father.

"Of course. You're always too full to understand the simplest of things," his voice cracked through the seeming quietness of the room, angry, impatient, but ready to unleash whatever he had secured between the edges of the brown pack.

"Eddy, please!" The words filtered desperately through my throat.

He glared murderously at me, obviously irritated that I was still standing whole before him. It sent hard chills down my spine.

"Why? I am supposed to be apologizing to you for not being the best husband."

He said with so much emotion that a third party would think he was about to do just that.

But of course, he wasn't done with that sentence. 

"...that is exactly what Connor wants me to do."

His voice thinned towards the last words like speaking them stung his tongue.

"Eddy...," I made to speak, but his voice quickly towered over mine, subduing me to total quietness.

"So, in response to the call-out, you'd be flying to Turkey," his eyes widened with what seemed like an excitement, but I knew better — Eddy excited for me was totally questionable.

My lips trembled, my mind working fast to unravel the truth beneath his words.

"Turkey?" I repeated, hoping he'd elaborate.

"Yes. Go on. You can check the details of the document," he said, pointing me to the brown envelope that was still flattened out on the bed.

My heart thumped with an intensity that seemed very likely to crack my chest open.

I moved — slow, hopeful steps, silently praying that this wouldn't wreck me more than I already am.

With shaky fingers, Eddy's low mocking laughter behind me rumbling in my ears, I tore the envelope open to retrieve a long white paper.

Holding my breath, my lips moved with my eyes as I read carefully through its contents — a chill settled in my stomach and my skin tingled from the thought of it alone.

For a moment, it seemed like time stopped, and I wondered if this was truly the best way he could think of to get rid of me.

Tears jabbed at my eye lids. I tried to force it still like I'd always do, but my heart was already bleeding, and my body wouldn't stop shaking. 

My vision blurred, a heaviness settling against my eyes, then the tears ran down — hot, unhindered, not really expressing how broken I was at the moment.

With the paper still hanging between my fingers, I looked up at Eddy whose expression was the most neutral I had ever seen.

"Eddy...You don't mean this, do you?" I stuttered between silent sobs.

"Oh, come on, Lola. I mean every bit of it," he responded excitedly.

"I know you don't believe it, but here you go," he pointed at the paper in my hand.

"Go look hot. Go look normal. At least, so a simple pole dance wouldn't be the reason your minions decide to stand up against me."

The tears kept running down my face, hot balls of confusion and helplessness.

"Eddy, but..."

"No. You're fine. Don't worry. You will thank me later," he nodded to me as though I was supposed to believe flying to Turkey to get under a knife for weight loss surgery was something I was supposed to be over the roof about.

My mind went blank. My brain worked for what I could say to him to make him change his mind, but I knew changing Eddison Langford's mind about what he already decided on was like barking up the wrong tree.

Fear gripped me as I opened my mouth to talk again, my gaze unsettling as they subconsciously flickered from one corner to another.

"Please, I don't want to do it. I am scared, Eddy. I will do any other thing — take my diet seriously, you can even cut that in half. I will run meters everyday, any other thing, but going under a knife."

I just rambled on hopefully, my words clashing against themselves and against my breathing as I spoke.

I watched Eddy's expression fall slowly into dark disinterestedness.

"Your visa is ready. The appointment with the doctors, booked and confirmed. You leave by 3PM.”