Savage (A Blood Feud Novel)

Chapter Thirty-Four

Rachel returned home a couple of nights later. James wasn't there. It was eight thirty, but Rachel didn't feel tired. She sat down. She had spent the better part of the day just hanging around town. She was supposed to be with her mother, but the woman depressed her.

Diana was always sick and continuously asked for her husband who was long gone thanks to Rachel. She was bored, and as such, wondered what she'd do if she had something, like an ax or sledgehammer.

An ax would probably do it.

She glanced at her phone. She wondered where James was. It was hard since his phone had gone missing. Now having to try contact James was going to be a problem.

Rachel got up and went to her room. She glanced at a picture of Marilyn Manson. He was looking straight at her. Rachel smiled. She bought the image from eBay. She had attended two Marilyn Manson concerts in the Midwest during her late teens back when she had become a convert.

Suddenly, Rachel heard a noise. It was light laughter. Rachel quickly headed out of her room. She froze. James was standing with another woman. The second woman saw Rachel and raised her eyebrows.

Rachel yelled at James, "James, you cheating fucker!"

Startled, James turned and said to the woman, "Fiona, maybe this is not a good time to stay."

Fiona slapped James across the face and angrily trotted off. Rachel glared at James. James didn't care.

He sat on his couch. Rachel came up to him and stood in front of him. She gave James a hard slap on the face.

"What was that?" she asked.

"Some nice broad Shea brought over," James said. "I thought you were at your mother's."

Rachel clenched her fists.

"You are a bastard, you fucking idiot. You think because I'd have no way of calling you and the fact that I out gave you the right to think you can shag some cunt without me knowing about it?"

James rolled his eyes. He was done with Rachel. He wanted to relax, chill out for a bit.

"I don't care what you do anymore, Rachel," James said. "I don't want you in my life. I'm done."

"You're not done with me," Rachel hissed.

"Oh, yes I fucking am," James said. "I'm about to get finished with your honey, any second now."

"Answer my question James," Rachel shouted.

James kept silent.

Rachel turned and stormed out of the apartment. She went back to hermother's. James dozed off.