Falling For Mr. Wrong

04.

OMNISCIENT POV
SUNDAY. FEBRUARY 3, 2019.
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"Make sure the doors are actually locked this time, Janet," Dwayne said as the both of them stepped out of their house.

"I got it, Dwayne," Janet sighed and yawned.

He unlocked the doors to their shared truck, not bothering to open her car door. It wasn't like she wasn't use to it. She walked around to the passengers side and climbed in, sitting her purse in her lap. Putting on her seatbelt, she dug around in her bag and grabbed her lip liner, pulling down the overhead mirror. Dwayne sat on his phone, texting Patrice a nice 'good morning' message before shoving it in his pocket, cranking the vehicle up. Despite all of the nice things he had said and tricked Janet into believing them, he would always turn back into the man he really was.

Pulling out of their driveway, he looked over at Janet and saw what she was doing, shaking his head. "You do the most unnecessary things. What are you doing that for?" He asked, watching her touch up her lip gloss.

"Because I'm a woman, Dwayne.." She says, smoothing it out.

She rubbed her lips together and took a look at them before putting the stuff back into her purse, zipping it up. Dwayne continued to drive and silently mumble things about his wife, under his breath. He couldn't stand for her to wear make-up. He was, indeed, insecure. Looking down in her lap, Janet picked at her finger nails and whatever she could find that seemed off to her. Feeling Dwayne make an unexpected turn, her head popped up as she held onto the car door, looking at him. He just looked ahead and pulled into the gas station, parking in front of one farthest from the store.

"Go pay for the gas and get me a bottle of water and a breakfast sandwich, while you're at it," He says, taking his phone back out of his pocket.

Janet just nodded and grabbed her wallet from her purse, getting out of the truck. Closing the door, she fixed herself up before walking around the truck. Dwayne watched as she stepped in front of it and pressed his fist in the middle of the steering wheel, causing the horn to blare off loudly, making Janet jump and scream. Laughing, he threw his head back at the face she made before she kept walking, embarrassed.

Janet kept her eyes on the ground as she held onto her right arm for comfort, walking closer to the door. As a man stepped out, he held the door for her and she smiled, thanking him, stepping inside.

The smell of food hit her nose, leaving her stomach growling as she made her way over to the breakfast items, looking through all of the items that they had. Grabbing her husband's regular, she grabbed herself one of the bacon, egg and cheese biscuits, walking to the back where the drinks were. Grabbing two cold bottles of water, she walked back to the front of the store, waiting in line.

As she waited, there were groups of people coming into the gas station, at a time, talking loudly and getting all in people's faces. Janet stood still with her eyes directed on her feet as she silently prayed that she wouldn't get confronted. This was one of the reasons why she didn't like being sent in the gas station. Her anxiety never mixed well with the environment. When she was next in line, she walked up to the register and sat the things down to be scanned.

"How are you, this morning?" The cashier asked.

Janet's shoulders relaxed. "I'm doing great. How about you?"

"I'm good, can't complain," The cashier rung up the rest of her things, placing them inside of a small black bag. "Your total is $8.56,"

Janet nodded and handed the cashier a $10 bill, also giving them a $50 bill to pay for gas. Once the employee was about to hand Janet's change back, she waved it off and told them to have a blessed day before she walked out, almost bumping into a woman carrying a baby.