LUCY
"Did it all go well, little one?" Jackson asked, peering at me via the rear vision mirror as he pulled away from the curb.
"Yeah. Me and Arya bought the house down."
I spot the reflection of his concerned look. Whenever I say her name? He knows the mood I'm in.
Ummmm, maybe I haven't mentioned this before but aaaah....I'm rather slow to anger. But when I do? I kinda go off like a pressure cooker.
And right now? My very own, private self-pity party of the last few hours is providing all the steam required for me to be furious....
With no one else but my stupid self.
When we parked outside the house Jackson held the door open, grabbing my hand to haul me off the rear seat. I'm barefoot now....my stilettos are clutched tight in the other hand.
"Tomorrow night we'll be having Southern Fried Chicken, Mash, Biscuits, Gravy, Collard Greens and Creamed Corn. Might even be a Shoofly Pie in there somewhere. All of the birthday girl's favourites. Hope Mr Norman likes them as well?" Jackson asked.
"I don't want Etta going to any trouble, because it'll just be moi. Norman won't be coming, sorry for the late notice. Night, Jackson. Thanks for staying up for me. See you both tomorrow....love you" I whisper, kissing his chubby cheek before waddling up the stairs.
"But, when I spoke to him a little while ago....he said wild horses wouldn't keep him away. What changed his mind?" He called out after me.
"He didn't change it....I did. Night."
I close the door.
**********
Jackson rapidly got out his mobile and hit the icon.
"She's inside now. I wish you the very best of luck, son. Because you sure as hell are gonna need it. Lucy's in a fighting mood. She's armed....and dangerous."
He chuckled at the response before hanging up, getting in his car and driving off.
*
As soon as I get in my room I tear the band off my head.
The damned thing keeps digging into those tender spots just behind my ears. And the ponytail is so tight, it's almost giving me a facelift.
I lower my head toward the floor and run fingers through my hair. Before tossing it back and shaking. Spy my reflection in the mirror....looking like a wild woman.
It matches my mood.
What now?
The phone in my purse starts to vibrate and beep, indicating a text message. I consider ignoring it. Then give a huff of annoyance as I yank it out and unlock it.
It's from him.
'Lu? Up on the roof....having a smoke. Door locked behind me. Be a doll?'
Be a....? Having a SMOKE?? DOES THAT GUY NEVER LEARN????
'Spare key. Sun lounge, flower-pot' I type back.
'Bedroom....forgot to put back last time'
Grrrr....
Before I move out? I better get the lock replaced and install a keypad instead. But then he'll probably just go and forget the bloody code, huh!
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