Please read part 2 before you read this part. Part 2 is on my blog page
So now I’m in total shock and I’m like what the fuck happened.
I stepped out the room for a brief moment, gathering my thoughts realizing that everything that’s happening is so drastic.
I sarcastically say to myself “This night is fantastic.”
Now I have to pretend in front of Michelle that nothing happened.
Michelle comes and approaches me and ask “How is Kile?”
I said “He’s fine but let’s not stay long he’s tired and needs sleep.”
She stares at me coldly as if I just gave her the creeps.
“Geezz” she says “What’s your problem? That’s your older in there dying how could you be in a rush to go home?
I made some bullshit excuse about work and tell her that Kile only wanna see her alone and wants her close to him.
I couldn’t keep a straight face so I had to turn to the side as I was making a grin.
I told her that she can spend the night if she want to and I would pick her up in the morning.
She say” No it’s okay I will take a cab in the morning.”
I hugged her and headed toward the elevator not looking behind.
Now I head out the hospital doors, saunter to the parking lot, and I had alot on my mind.
I hopped in my car, but my car doesn’t start.
I accidentally left the headlights on and I said into myself “Damn why is everything going wrong?”
A blue Honda pulls up in front of my car and it looked familiar.
Then all of a sudden it hit me, realizing it was Brittany.
She roll the tinted windows down and ask me “Do you need a jump?” she says sarcastically
She stares at me for a brief moment. She winked at me and then sped off the next second.
“What a scandalous bitch!” I said to myself “She can go straight to hell.”
Now I go towards the trunk to look for my jumper cables then I noticed, using my peripheral vision that I have a flat tire.
Now I’m hotter than an electric fire.
I want to strangle that bitch Brittany strangle her neck with cable wires.
I know she had something to do with this and right now I’m sure she celebrating with laughter.
I know she stab my front right tire to remind me how I use to behind her over the passenger seat and dick her down.
I’m feeling like a clown but I got to get it together.
“Now what do I do, should I call my wife to give me a ride?”
“Think, think, think shit fuck it” and I called her up on my sprint but it went straight to voicemail.
That’s odd becuase becuase her phone is always charged,
and when I left home her phone was on the charger and it was 100% charged.
I’m even more annoyed and I look behind
me becuase I thought I heard a voice but I didn’t. I’m beginning to become paranoid.
I remain calm and dialed my house phone and the strangest shit had happened.
A man picks up my phone and says “I’m fucking your wife in your own home!”