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evening.”
“Sign the fucking papers, Bethany. That’s how much I miss you.”
“You know I can’t sign them, and that’s no reason to be so vulgar with your wife.”
“Well wife, go screw the gardener and leave me be. I’m done with this conversation. Oh and Beth you might want to find you a new piece of candy to attend these functions with you every week. I’m done, and I mean it,” saying in a harsh growl as I hang up the phone.
Being able to ditch her tonight, and buying myself some time before I receive a call from Mr. Edwards, I head into my office and layout the blueprints for the new condos.
I’ve got to have them signed off, and ready by the end of the week. Now all I have to figure out is how to get my head back into the game. Each time someone asks me about a new feature we would like to incorporate, my mind flows to “would Tabitha like this?”
Chapter Twelve:
Tabitha
Coffee isn’t working today. I slept like crap again last night, tossing and turning. All I could picture was the look on Cory’s face as he stood up, and disappeared. I’ve sent a few texts but haven’t heard anything back. I’ll give him a few days before I show up and assess the situation.
Everyone has plans for the day, and I’ve decided to back out on family time. This week is going to be busy with more teleconferences and contracts to review.
As I choose to stay in and sulk, I’ll clean and get myself organized. My closet looks like a natural disaster. Shoes are thrown across the floor. It’s gotten so bad that I have to kick them out of the way when I walk into it.
A few months ago I talked Cory and Seth into installing a new shoe rack and shelves. Now as I stand here looking at the mess, I understand why they laughed the whole time. They knew it’d be a wreck in no time.
First thing’s first, music. I click on my stereo and head back into shoe hell.
Sitting down I start to sort, and get distracted by the chest in the corner. I lean forward and drag it to me. A chuckle escapes as I remember Angela giving me the chest for my birthday.
When I opened the chest, it was full of sparkly stickers. She explained that I could personalize it anyway I’d seen fit. Using the pink glitter letters, I placed my initials on the top. It was the only thing that was needed on the dark mahogany wood.
Opening the lid, I catch my breath as I’d forgotten all the things I’d stashed inside. Receiving this our freshman year at the university means there’s four years’ worth of mementos to look through.
On top is the picture Seth took of Angela and me in our cap and gowns, my smile is big, but fake.
Two days before graduation my heart was ripped from my chest, and thrown off the freeway for the semis to run over.
I made Angela promise to not say a word to Seth or anyone else about what had happened that night. If he had found out, my brother would’ve caused a scene. Making up an excuse that we decided Robert and I were going in different directions. I was ready to embrace my new future, and he wasn’t.
Placing a few pictures to the side, I continue down memory lane.
A few concert tickets and tokens from Lord only knows where. I use to think every little thing had a meaning.
Now looking inside this chest its useless memories of a life I never want to go back to.
The next picture is of all my sisters in our sorority house. One glance, I frantically rip it up.
Every one of them can burn.
They knew and kept it a secret for three years. We took an oath for the eternal bond, trust and compassion.
Someone explain to me if they received a different dictionary? I’m pretty sure the definition of trust is to not lie to another one of your sisters.
I cried for weeks straight. Angela still hasn’t figured out how I faked a smile on what should have been the happiest day of my life.
Moving through the box, I allow the tears to shed from my body.
It’s as if I’m living the heartache all again. Picture after
“Sign the fucking papers, Bethany. That’s how much I miss you.”
“You know I can’t sign them, and that’s no reason to be so vulgar with your wife.”
“Well wife, go screw the gardener and leave me be. I’m done with this conversation. Oh and Beth you might want to find you a new piece of candy to attend these functions with you every week. I’m done, and I mean it,” saying in a harsh growl as I hang up the phone.
Being able to ditch her tonight, and buying myself some time before I receive a call from Mr. Edwards, I head into my office and layout the blueprints for the new condos.
I’ve got to have them signed off, and ready by the end of the week. Now all I have to figure out is how to get my head back into the game. Each time someone asks me about a new feature we would like to incorporate, my mind flows to “would Tabitha like this?”
Chapter Twelve:
Tabitha
Coffee isn’t working today. I slept like crap again last night, tossing and turning. All I could picture was the look on Cory’s face as he stood up, and disappeared. I’ve sent a few texts but haven’t heard anything back. I’ll give him a few days before I show up and assess the situation.
Everyone has plans for the day, and I’ve decided to back out on family time. This week is going to be busy with more teleconferences and contracts to review.
As I choose to stay in and sulk, I’ll clean and get myself organized. My closet looks like a natural disaster. Shoes are thrown across the floor. It’s gotten so bad that I have to kick them out of the way when I walk into it.
A few months ago I talked Cory and Seth into installing a new shoe rack and shelves. Now as I stand here looking at the mess, I understand why they laughed the whole time. They knew it’d be a wreck in no time.
First thing’s first, music. I click on my stereo and head back into shoe hell.
Sitting down I start to sort, and get distracted by the chest in the corner. I lean forward and drag it to me. A chuckle escapes as I remember Angela giving me the chest for my birthday.
When I opened the chest, it was full of sparkly stickers. She explained that I could personalize it anyway I’d seen fit. Using the pink glitter letters, I placed my initials on the top. It was the only thing that was needed on the dark mahogany wood.
Opening the lid, I catch my breath as I’d forgotten all the things I’d stashed inside. Receiving this our freshman year at the university means there’s four years’ worth of mementos to look through.
On top is the picture Seth took of Angela and me in our cap and gowns, my smile is big, but fake.
Two days before graduation my heart was ripped from my chest, and thrown off the freeway for the semis to run over.
I made Angela promise to not say a word to Seth or anyone else about what had happened that night. If he had found out, my brother would’ve caused a scene. Making up an excuse that we decided Robert and I were going in different directions. I was ready to embrace my new future, and he wasn’t.
Placing a few pictures to the side, I continue down memory lane.
A few concert tickets and tokens from Lord only knows where. I use to think every little thing had a meaning.
Now looking inside this chest its useless memories of a life I never want to go back to.
The next picture is of all my sisters in our sorority house. One glance, I frantically rip it up.
Every one of them can burn.
They knew and kept it a secret for three years. We took an oath for the eternal bond, trust and compassion.
Someone explain to me if they received a different dictionary? I’m pretty sure the definition of trust is to not lie to another one of your sisters.
I cried for weeks straight. Angela still hasn’t figured out how I faked a smile on what should have been the happiest day of my life.
Moving through the box, I allow the tears to shed from my body.
It’s as if I’m living the heartache all again. Picture after
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