The Future Trap
Ch. 7.
A/N Hey Guys,
You've seen those big red brick buildings down in the Pickford Farming District, Right? Sure, you have. Think. They're sitting where the old tomato canning factory was before it was demolished last Halloween. Yeah, those are them, the old brick buildings next to that huge pile of bricks. Even though we call them brick buildings, you know, there's still plenty of that stuff between the red bricks that sort of holds everything together. Plaster? Mortar? Filler? Something like that. Anyway, this piece going to be that stuff, a filler chapter. Not as big as the others, yet it's very necessary to hold the rest of the story together.
Hope you enjoy it.
Phil's POV
I shot up from my bed yelling "Keely! Don't sign those papers! Let's work this out!"
I felt stupid. It's been almost twelve years since the divorce and I still regretted pressuring her to sign those lousy papers. This memory of my last act as her husband dispirited me for the longest time. If it wasn't for our nanny, Brittany, I would still be depressed. Brittany was the one who saved me, helping me to focus and raise Alex.
Nevertheless, every time my son laughs or gets mad, he makes that scrunched up face ... I see the image of his mom begin to emerge and rise to the surface. I suppose this is why I never dated anyone else, because I see Keely in my boy and I just can't take his mother away from him again.
This totally changed when I reconnected with Marla…
End of Ch. 7
A/N Yes, cliffhanger. Yes, it was always going to be Marla. Yes, I know I'm evil and it's a short chapter, but it's the only way I could introduce the evil soon-to-be stepmom. Pickford, California, yes, here we still spell "Evil" P-i-m, but you can spell it:
T-e-w-5-9-2
