PAYBACK IS A BITCH

Chapter twenty five: She is out of the picture

When I got home I threw my bag to the couch and began to pace around the living room with a thinking look on my face. If Dr Huffstodt doesn't play his part well this whole thing is going to blow up on my face. I paced from one end of the room to the next trying to figure out what next but I can't do anything more from here.

I need a drink.

I walked into the kitchen opened the fridge and took a bottle of beer. I still hate the taste but somehow have grown accustomed to it.

I drank while leaning against the kitchen counter, again my thoughts on Billy visiting the hospital. Should I have done more to stop him. Will Dr H betray to get more money. It is obvious that the little bald head doctor is a greedy bastard. If he sees Billy he might want to cut a better deal for himself and blow my whole plan open.

I spent hours with the bottles, and my brain unable to think of a way out. The call with Dr H assured me he will play his part, now I have to back on the fact he doesn't betray me.

I tried to move, to go into my room but my feet stumbled and the ground looked deeper than usual.

I think I am a little drunk.

I took a look at the counter to find six empty bottles and groaned.

Tomorrow is so not going to be fun with a hangover, I thought to myself and staggered my way into my room.

I slept off as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The next morning the streaming rays of sunshine on my face from my window woke me up from the nightmare I was having of the police arresting  me because Dr Huffstodt rattled out everything.

I sat up on the bed with my face to my palms as the headache kicked off.

Who said alcohol helps you think?

I looked at the clock beside my bed to see the time and a hot gasp escaped my lips.

Fuck, I am late to get the children ready. I flew off the bed and ran into the bathroom.

On my way to the Reinhardt I encountered traffic which had me cursing at everyone and getting cursed at as I rudely cut people off.

Finally I arrived at the mansion and walked into the house. I was feeling a little nervous as things didn't exactly end well with Billy and I last night, and I refused to pick any of the ten missed calls he left last night.

I heard voices in the kitchen, so I made my way there and stopped shortly at the door when I saw the scene. The kids were dressed and Billy was at the stove making breakfast.

"Good morning, Miss Bella," Josh greeted cheerfully from his seat. I got a smile from Sophie, and a low mumbled greeting from Dave, who didn't look his usual sullen self.

"You are late," Billy mumbled without looking away from the fry pan on the gas. From the look of things he was making a pancake. I didn't know he cooked. Never for once during our marriage did he ever attempt to cook, even on the days I was heavily pregnant. I either cooked the meal, or we ordered a take out. I wasn't a fan of take outs, and neither was Billy so I had to stand a lot on my feet during my pregnancy.

"Am I fired?" I asked him coolly.

The kids eyes flew to him simultaneously to await his answer.

"No," Billy still didn't look at me

"Thank God," I heard Josh mumble underneath his tone, and dare I say a look of relief on Dave and Sophie face.

The children's reaction made me smile on the inside. I was glad that they appreciate my presence here and wouldn't want to see me go.