Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 13

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Chapter 13!!!!

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“Where’s Braxton?”

Shit…

I don’t say anything for a couple seconds.  My mom’s hazel eyes are looking at me intensely.  I finally answer her.  “He’s not with me.”

She looks at me concerned.  “How come?”

“He’s working on this big case and he wasn’t able to get off of work to come with.”

I see her shoulders relax.  She must believe me.  Thank God.  I don’t know what else I could have come up with.  “Well that’s too bad.  Let’s get going, shall we?” she replies.

I pick my bags up off of the floor.  My dad grabs my suitcase for me.  We walk out of the airport to their black Chevy Cruz.  I look at my dad.  “Did you guys get a new car?”

“We sure did.  It was time to upgrade.  A friend of ours has one of these cars and loves it, so we thought we’d get one too.”  My dad puts my suitcase into the trunk. 

“It’s very nice,” I say climbing into the back seat.   It’s about a 20 minute drive to their house.  They live in Cape Coral.  It’s a nice city for them.  We continue down the road, until we pull into the driveway of their small tan ranch style house.  I get out of the back seat, grabbing my bags off of the seat.  I tiredly walk into the house, going to my room to put my bags down. 

I don’t know if I’m exhausted from the flight or the last couple of weeks, but a wave of tiredness comes about me.  I sit down on the bed.  My mind begins to wander immediately, thinking of what a mess my life has become. 

I’m here in Florida…alone. 

My husband is in Chicago.  He left me a week ago.  How does someone love somebody so much, when you don’t know if they feel the same for you?

Tears begin to fall down my face.  I feel as though I’ve failed.  I’m regretting leaving home.  I should be there…fighting…fighting for the man I love…for my life!  I hear someone coming down the hall.  I quickly wipe the tears away with the back of my hand.