Birth From The Waist

Chapter 33

The kettle boils the water, the infamous sound of the heater comes to an end, and the sound of the boiling water is heard as it makes contact with the kettle walls. Geez, what an absolute waste of money, Amelia honestly believed in that shit, I didn’t! The last thing I needed was a reread of my horoscope and some bullshit ass story on how my sex life will be epic next month, do a little show, paint some henna and boom! One hundred dollars later you realise it was all for nothing.

Albeit, it was a waste, spending the day with Amelia yesterday was heaven. I couldn’t go into details about my marriage problems, because let’s face it, no matter who you tell your business to, there was a way of it slithering out.

As much as I attempted to forget Alex and his misdeeds, I was not those wives to be silenced, to be quiet knowing their husband was hiding secrets behind their backs, sleeping around. I wasn’t that woman, I was strong, independent, I couldn’t care what people though anymore. If I was going to play cover up so this and that person would not bring my name upon their tongues, then I’ll fail. My pride and dignity came before any man’s pleasure.

I knew what I had to do. I had to go back to where it all began:

21 C’est Elle Street, NSW, Australia, 2000.

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I exit the car, parking few streets away. I needed to know who this blonde whore was, what she wanted from my husband and why she had his paws on him. Interrogating her was going to raise many questions, she would most likely play along and rush swiftly to Alex and regurgitate everything out to him. This couldn’t happen.

My heart was racing, never have I thought I would do this, sneak onto someone’s property. This wasn’t me, it would never be me. But desperate times called for desperate measures, a marriage hung in the balance. I’m sure God would forgive me?

Standing in the driveway, I gawk at the cute house, what if Alex bought her this house? My mouth widens at my thoughts, I was stressing myself out, I didn’t need this, there was certainly no need to go into overkill.

Anyone would notice me standing here would think I was some kind of mental patient, escaped from some sanatorium seeking to inflict havoc on this household or those who reside in it. Thankfully the bitch resided in a dead zone, no one was at home during the day, and the few residents who resided near here were at work, according to the local government statistics website majority of residents in this neighbourhood were employed.

I take one step at a time, carefully weighing my options, my decisions and mainly their deadly consequences which I was sure were coming. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and their I am stopped in my tracks once more. Closing my eyes to alleviate my aching heart, boy did this dickhead have the worst timing.

Picking up my phone I gaze at the message.

Sherlock (2)

Looks like its bin day today! Looks like she has something to hide. See for yourself before they come and collect it.

Love always your nosy detective, Sherlock x.

Did Sherlock just imply to look in the lady’s bin, something was up and I knew these tips didn’t come randomly.

Scrutinizing my surroundings, I turn on my heel to the household bin that sat opposite house, hoping the woman wouldn’t notice why I young lady like me was snooping through her garbage.

I stand opposite the bin, hundreds of thoughts cross my mind, was I Georgie really going to do what I think I was. Was I so hungry for news, information that I was going to snoop through the garbage bin? Screw it!