Fresh Wounds

Caught Up

*Lorena in the media*

Lorena

I make my way out of the restaurant as quickly as I can. My emotions are all over the place. I'm in shock because I wasn't prepared to deal with this, I'm disappointed in myself for letting it go this far, I'm angry at James for putting me through this and in the middle of his marriage. Just so many emotions.

I'm walking as fast as I can through the parking lot, pressing the lock button on my key to find my black Escalade. The lock beeping is faint but I can tell I'm getting closer. "LORENA!!" I turn my head to the right and see James' crazy ass wife yelling and waving both of her arms at me. I shake my head and continue wobbling through the parked cars. Something touches my shoulder and I jerk around. It's her, panting in front of me. "Look, I won't ever reach out to him again. I just thought he should be aware that I am carrying his child," I explain to her. Her facial expression goes stone. "Boy or girl?" she asks. "I'm not sure, I wanted to be surprised." I tell her. She looks down and starts laughing. "I was prepared to beat the everlasting life outta you, only to discover that you're carrying my husband's damn baby, aint this bout a bitch. A pregnant bitch," she grins, looking at me. I'm so confused right now. What in the hell is amusing about this? She's clearly crazy. I turn away from her, raising my arm to hit the locks on my car and I walk toward the sound with her on my heels. I quickly spin to face her, catching her off guard and making her stumble forward a bit. "I have already told you the truth. My goal today was to meet with James, tell him about his child and at least give him the opportunity to be apart of our baby's life. Meeting you was not apart of my plan and I was not prepared for this. Please, I do not need the stress. I've already had a miscarriage one time before. You and your joke of a fucking marriage will not be the end of my child's life or the downfall of my fresh start. My baby is my only concern. I do not care about what James does." She laughs in my face. "Right. And that's why you wanted him to know? Because you don't care? Honey, that baby ain't gettin' you no coin. Not a dime. He won't pay child support. I know that man and the game you're trying to play. It won't fucking work." Chyenne crosses her arms and I shake my head, then smile. "Trust me, honey, I do not need anything from him. Not a penny. I just didn't want the drama of him finding out later and my child feeling as if I played a role in keeping them apart. No, this is James' fault. He should've never approached me at the hotel knowing he had you to come home to." She tilts her head. "Me and my two girls." My knees weaken and I feel a little sick. James has kids with her? He told me he had no children. But I mean, he did lie about being single as well. Fuck, that hurt. Chyenne smirks, obviously seeing how her response made me feel. "Oh, and please don't make it seem like this is only James fault. Yeah, his triflin' ass started it but you played a major role as well. You the homewrecking ass bitch. If only you had enough respect for yourself to leave him alone once you knew about me," she pouts, mocking me. Oh my God this woman sounds like a complete damn child. "I have plenty respect for myself," I begin. "Maybe you should get some respect for yourself. I would hate to be you right now, I mean really. Think about it. I got played and yes, I did my dirt. Some things I'm not proud of...but I got out. You still have to worry about there being someone else. Even after this. Yeah, it was me this time. But who's to say there wasn't someone else before me? Who is to say there isn't another woman right now? While you're here trying to play this Barbara and Shirley ass game with me, do you even know where your husband is?" I ask her. She scoffs. "At work. Trust me, this wont happen again," she assures me, wagging her finger in my face. "You sound like you're trying to convince yourself more than you're trying to convince me. At work? It's Thursday, mama. Tell me, if you know him so well, why don't you know he only works the weekends and Mondays, Tuesdays and Fridays? Did you know he doesn't work Thursdays and Wednesdays? So, do tell my beloved," I say, getting close to her face. "...on this Thursday afternoon, where is your man?" Chyenne, unfolds her arms and clenches her jaw. I stand my ground as I watch her back away and storm off toward the other side of the parking lot.