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Normani
A clap of thunder wakes me up. I sit up and swearI see a figure as the lighting lights the house up.
He simply stands. then when the room lights up again from the flash of thunder, he's gone.
Then he sits down.
It's a smell of death. Petrifying.
I grab Megan's wrist and squeeze for dear life as she slowly begins to stir in the sheets and wakes up slowly but surely. However she doesn't sit up. immediately.
"Normani." he speaks softly. "I just... I had to speak to you."
It's King. He's here in our room. for some reason he helps himself to turning the lamp on.
Since I'm holding Megan's hand I can feel her slightly trembling against my touch.
"Look... You took everything from me. I don't want you in this home. That we got ourselves, completely apart from you. What do you want?"
I curl the gun at my side and speak to him with nothing but hostility.
I go cold everywhere in the worst way possible the more I see him. He decides to stand at the foot of my bed.
This is strange especially being that we're coming by new information, realizing the all of this is Angela's call and her call only. I don't know if I should even be trusting this man the more he tries to approach.
"To be truthful to you, Normani. I never loved you. I married you due to familial pressure. I was getting older and I was expected to find a spouse especially after multiple divorces. You're beautiful, a great woman. Too great. When I was shot. I had a very shallow pulse but It was there. I was saved but it was such a long process. I had paid a pretty penny to my second hand man and I had him pay the feds for a new identity. It never truly went through in the end."
He sighs and I see him look own.
"Recovering from losing a part of your brain... it's not easy. I began to use the same products I moved through different states. I like to believe they honestly were better treatment than anything. Dulled the pain and I felt I was thinking better than anything. I was wrong. I became hooked and addicted In the worst way possible. All that's happened over the weeks. It's not me. actually want nothing to do with you two. Or my daughter or that bitch Angela."
I just gulp and listen. For some reason I'm not questioning anything. I can tell that he tells the truth.
He speaks, "All of this is Angela. She's angry. She's jealous. Her son's father. He isn't providing She's been claiming that it's me making certain moves. She's using my manpower and my name. All her. I want nothing to do with the situation. I can't even do basic Math Normani, I can't calculate a single thing when it comes to planning like I used to. I just can't get anything to function the way it used to." He speaks more and softer. "She was tampering with my meds... she had riled me up and then would make me write in my own words and handwriting to my own sister."
