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Continued from “Stronger”.
“Is he dead?”
Ella stood in the doorway and rubbed her small baby bump as she assessed my situation. I was always amazed at her nerves of steel and how ice water ran through her veins when the situation required. I wondered if the baby would eventually soften her rougher edges. Only time would tell.
I pointed out the rise and fall of his body on the bed.
“No. He’s breathing.”
“Thank God! It would have taken us days to dig a hole big enough for his body.”
Ella sounded serious and that scared me a little bit. She finally focused her attention on me.
“What did you do to him?”
I took what I had from my pocket and showed her.
Ella looked surprised.
“Where did you get these?”
“I found them in his pocket but his name wasn’t on the bottle. ”
Ella frowned and handed it back to me.
“You know what these are, right?”
“Yeah, I googled it.” I took a deep breath. “Now I know why I sometimes wake up not remembering much of the night before.”
Ella’s mouth fell open and for once, she was speechless.
“Are you shitting me? What are you saying Vicky?”
I could almost see the fire blazing out of her ears and nostrils.
“You know exactly what I’m saying.”
We both watched the half-naked loser still sound asleep on the rumpled bed.
“Fucking bastard! Why didn’t you come to me for help?”
“I don’t know…I was just so…so…”.
I could feel the hot tears forming in my eyes. Ella grabbed my shoulders and gave me a hard shake.
“Look, we’ll talk about it later. Right now, we don’t have time for tears Vicky. We need that time to think. How long has he been out?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know, maybe 30 minutes.”
“Okay, okay,” she muttered. I could see the hamsters running wild in her head. “Is this loser’s name on the lease?”
She pulled out her cell and started to dial someone.
“Good. While I make this call, pack up whatever shit belongs to him. Use garbage bags if you need to.”
When I didn’t budge, she yelled at me.
“Get moving Vicky!”
I snapped to attention and did as I was told. I bolted to the kitchen, grabbed some big garbage bags and started rushing around, dumping whatever belonged to him. I was amazed at the amount of things I’d let him contaminate my home with.
I brushed past her in the doorway to get to the en-suite bathroom. As I tossed his toiletries into a fresh bag, I heard Ella giving my address to someone.
My stomach did a flip when I heard her next words.
“It’s time to call Tyrone again. And make sure you bring the boys with you. This guy’s big and could cause us some trouble.”
Continuation – “What Goes Around…Comes Around…”
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