Where Would I Be Without You - By CJ Hawk Page 0,94

tabloids; I will deposit your living expense into the bank account. Stay out of Denver, stay out of our circle of friends, stay out of sight, and you will stay alive. Speak any of this to anyone and you will pay dearly. It would do you good to go back to school and start a new life far away from us. The pictures Sabrina showed me of you with other men, was the final straw. I gave you a lavish life in exchange that you be my obedient wife. You failed me as you had failed your best friend. I wish you luck in your new life. Sabrina will have your things packed and shipped to you when we get back from the Caribbean.

Mathew

Well, if that did not beat all. The bitch’s degree in psychology paid off after all. I had shown her how to use that photo-editing program in the first place to make jokester pictures of each other. God how could I have been so stupid.

I watched a tear fall from my face to the type written letter and wanted to rip it to shreds. However, I intended to keep it and fight. I intended to show it to the tabloids. I… had nothing to show but the letter, and I was sure if Sabrina was able to pull off the divorce as me, I could consider myself screwed. She probably set up the account as me and bought this house as me.

I stepped back down off the porch and picked up the key on the smiley face chain. “Nice touch.” I said aloud to no one. As that was how I felt at that very moment, a no one.

I opened the creaky screen door and slipped the key into the front door lock of a wooden door that had seen better days. It turned with ease, and I opened the door and felt like I stepped back in time to more years than I could count. It was a small-roomed cottage that looked like it was out of the early 1900s. The only indication that it was lived in the last two hundred years was the plaid couch and the duck and geese decorations on the wall, along with the peeling wallpaper.

I stepped back outside and let the screen door slam shut. I saw a porch swing at the end of the porch, hidden from the front of the road by tall unruly bushes that had several leaves to hide behind. I sat on the swing and dropped my purse at my feet. I began to cry loud wailing sobs uncontrollably.

As some time had passed, whatever drug Sabrina had given me had worn off, but the pounding headache still presided in my head. I had a feeling it was going to be there for some time until something worked its way out.

Chapter Two

The sound of tires crunching on the dirt road had me still myself on the swing. Could this all have been a very nasty joke? Were they back? I peeked through the weedy bush while hiding on the porch and saw a black Range Rover, on large tires, turn into the driveway at the house across the road. You could barely see the house as it was set back among trees and professionally hidden by nice landscape. A far contrast to this house or shack as it appeared sitting right on the road.

Thankful for the unruly bushes I was hiding behind, I watched the Range Rover disappear down its driveway to the back of the house. For minutes, I heard nothing. Not even the sound like a car door slamming. I sat myself back down on the swing. I began to move myself in a rocking motion and wondered if my neighbors would be friend or foe. I wondered if the sight of my expensive luggage on the porch was as much a shock to them as it was to me.

I finally heard a faint car door slam among the whispering leaves, then nothing. No person or persons came my way. I was relieved, as I had no way to explain why I was here.

I tried to soak in my surroundings. The colors of fall were just beginning to show on the outer edges of all the aspen leaves surrounding the area. It seemed as if the house was up towards the top of the dirt road.

Several minutes passed and nobody ever showed. I couldn’t blame them. This house looked like it should have been