The Strongest Hit.

Chapter 37: Betrayal and Blackness

Hailey's POV:

I woke up to sunlight pouring into the room and warming my eyelids.
With my eyes still closed, I smiled thinking about last night.
Justin and I had worked our problems out in the best way possible.
A little heart to heart conversation, followed by some grade A make up sex.
My husband hadn't held back last night, and  my body was still sore this morning.
Like I could still feel him inside of me.
I made a mental note that make up sex with Mr.Bieber was something Mrs.Bieber liked very much.
In the future, I'd have to instigate mild,silly arguments to get him to fuck me like he did last night.
If I wasn't so sore right now, I'd roll over and climb on top of him for more.
I giggled as I reached for his body.
I'd pull his ear first and then tickle him awake.
My hand landed on an empty space.
I moved it around and only felt the cold mattress.
I opened my eyes and rolled over.
Justin wasn't there.
I was instantly disappointed, I wanted to torture him awake with tickles.
He was probably already downstairs eating a 12 course breakfast made just for him by the lady of the house.
I kinda felt bad for being so hard on Ms.Opal last night, but I was just so shocked that she had encouraged Justin to keep everything from me.
I knew she meant well, but I still wasn't happy about it.
I guess I would go downstairs and try to make peace with Ms.Opal, but first I needed to get dressed.
Just left me naked and wrapped up in nothing but the duvet.
I stood up and saw my clothes from last night scattered on the floor, and spotted my pink lace underwear.
My husband had a twisted fetish for ruining all of my underwear.
He was lucky that I liked wearing his boxers more.
I looked around for Justin's luggage, but only saw mine.
His lazy ass still hadn't taken it out of the car probably.
I opened up my luggage and rummaged around until I found what I was looking for.
Once I was dressed in my husband's white joggers and black UFC tshirt, I brushed my hair and threw it up into a bun.
I felt relaxed and comfy.
My stomach was grumbling for some of Ms.Opals cooking, pretty boy better have saved me some food...or else.
I took two stairs at a time, practically skipping into the kitchen.
I saw a full plates of blue berry pancakes, scrambled eggs, home fries, sausage, and Canadian bacon.
My mouth was salivating from how good everything smelled.
Ms.Opal was putting a quiche into the oven and looked up smiling as I walked through the door.
"Good morning, Angel.
Why don't you pour you and me a cup of coffee, I just brewed a fresh pot."
I nodded and smiled back.
After adding cream and sugar to our coffee, I placed them down on the kitchen table.
That's when I looked around and saw that most of the counters were covered in baked goods.
There was every pie imaginable.
Cherry, Apple, Pecan, Lemon, Blueberry, Strawberry, and Chocolate.
I sat down and filled my plate up as I counted the pies.
"Ms.Opal...are you entering a pie contest or something?"  I was joking around, but it was the only logical explanation.
She sat down across from me and sipped her coffee.
"No, Angel. No pie contests for me.
Sometimes I just feel the need to bake.
And so I bake...and bake...and bake."
Ms.Opal leaned over and drizzled my pancakes in syrup.
I smiled appreciatively and took a heaping bite.
"Well, Justin's going to be in heaven with all these desserts to eat.
Your going to either make him fat or give him diabetes."
I laughed at my own joke as I started into the eggs.
"With the metabolism on that boy, he could eat everything here and lose weight." Ms.Opal mumbled.
I nodded in agreement.
"It's so unfair...he's constantly eating and still has a six pack!
Speaking of...where is he?"
My eyes scanned the dining room, then the living room.
I leaned back in my chair and saw George and Gypsy sitting by the front door.
When I turned back around, Ms.Opal was looking at her empty coffee cup.
"Where's Justin?" I asked again.
Ms.Opal stood up and went for the coffee pot.
Something was wrong.
My gut was warning me.
There was no way in hell that Justin would leave this much leftover food for me to eat.
"Do you want a refill, Angel?"
Ms.Opal still wouldn't look me in the eye.
"No thanks. Ms.Opal where is he?"
When she still remained silent, I got up and slowly walked towards the front door.
I was hoping to see him doing something stupid outside.
"Please be out there. Please be out there."
I whispered to myself as I opened the front door.
I shut my eyes, afraid of what I'd see.
He wouldn't have left me.
He loved me.
I took a deep breath and opened my eyes.
His silver Audi was gone.
I closed my eyes again.
It had to be a bad dream.
"He promised. Said we would work together. Or was that me?
Noooo. I'm going to open my eyes and his car will be here!"
I opened them again, and could feel my stomach turning tightly.
His car wasn't here.