The next morning I awoke early because I had to begin with my paper job. As I walked down the stairs I noticed George lying on the couch, on the phone. "Love you more, Melly!" He said. Whoever this Melly was, I guessed I saw her at the amusement park with George. I made a coughing noise to interrupt, purposely. He raised an eyebrow at me then ended the phone call. "What the fuck is your problem?" He asked.
"Um...Nothing. Going to work now." I replied.
He gave a mischievous grin, which creeped me out, and then said "Carry on." I wanted to ask who this Melly chick was, but I feared he would get mad. I grabbed my sneakers and walked out the door. The newspaper job was the best thing I've come up with. It was really fun exploring the neighborhood. I especially enjoyed houses with friendly dogs and kids. I ended my job for this week at around noon.
When I walked in my house, I went straight to the kitchen and took out some Iced Tea, as I did so George called for me from upstairs. I grabbed my glass and walked up the stairs. I didn't know I had done anything wrong, I prayed I didn't. "Janette." He said when I walked in. "I need to tell you something, I'm sure you'll get excited." I raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
He took a deep breath than said, "Well, there is a lady I like. Her name is Melissa." My eyes grew.
"You mean Melly? The bitch you were with at the amusement park?" I felt like grasping that back.
I started walking back, when he said, "How do you know? And don't dare call her that!" He stared at me for a while then took another breath. "Why is it so hard for me to tell you anything without you showing attitude?" I shrugged. "Well, I don't have time for this shit so I am going to tell you straight forward. Melly is pregnant." I gasped from what he said next. "With my kid." Before I could get over what was going on, I let out a scream. He twitched his lip.
"What the fuck is your problem?" I yelled, "Now what are you going to do? Kill her, then stuff her in the basement to join Jana?" I quickly put my hands on my mouth. I walked backwards, trying to creep out, when he grabbed hold of my arm. My fingers trembled as the glass hit the floor. Shattering glass everywhere beside me.
"What did you say!" He yelled. I kept quiet, but his grip on my arm only tightened. Tears skipped down my cheeks to the floor, when I felt his nails rip in my bare arm. "You're a clever little fuck, huh? Well, then you should know to keep your mouth shut." He ordered. I bit my bottom lip. "You can't tell your little boyfriend Zayn,"
"He's not my boy..."
"I don't care who he is!" George interrupted. Then his voice lowered to the low, evil tone. "And you can't tell Melly either." I nodded.
"And," He added. "If you ever think about telling the police, then you can join Dana in the basement." His voice cracked when he said Dana.
"Yes sir." I said, wincing. His arm chocked my arm so hard, it was hard to breath.
"Now scram!" He forced, slamming me to the ground. I let out a loud moan when my head hit the hard floor. I felt the sharp glass poke in my skin. I saw George's feet walk in front of me. "You're lucky I spared your life. Ever backtalk again, and I'll kill ya!" I knew he wasn't exaggerated on that part. He walked away and into the bathroom.
When I found the strength to stand, I grabbed on the door to get balance. The side of my face felt wrenched. I didn't dare look in the mirror for the bruise on my check, less my bleeding arm. I got a broom and carefully pushed the broken glass to the wall. I went down the kitchen and put a towel over my arm, just when I heard the bathroom door open. I couldn't stand seeing George at all right now, so I ran out the door. I didn't have time grabbing my coat, and the weather has changed to a cloudy, gloomy day. I ran down the street, not thinking to where I was going. When I was in a neighborhood I didn't recognize, I collapsed on the side walk.
I burst out Crying; Crying like a 5 year old wanting her mum.