The homeless

Dear readers,

This book may cause extreme emotions and trigger some slight anger. Please note this is fiction so this is not real. I hope you enjoy this new book as it may be an on going series of short stories. Thanks for coming to read and enjoy!

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Being here in this situation had put me in a bind. I couldn't get away from it no matter what I did or how hard I tried. Being married to this man was toxic. He all but destroyed my family ties and burned bridges that I will never be able to build back. I needed a way to get out and that's exactly what I did.

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It was my birthday and I had been excited all day to spend it with my sexy man of a husband.

I had even dolled up and gotten ready for a night out. We lived in a small town where everyone knew your business before it even was cold out of the mouth.

This was a very country type of place I lived in and there wasn't much to do besides going four wheeling, mudding or sitting by a fire bullshitting and drinking the night away.

I didn't mind that. However, what he did to me will make you madder than a wet hen in a hen house.

So as the night gets on we are getting ready to leave to go do whatever he has had planned when he gets a phone call.

He leaves the room and I can hear him laughing. I look sideways at the door he had left out of and continue getting ready.

He walks back in and asks if I'm ready. I said yes and I walk towards the door.

I then ask him who that was on the phone and he replies he has to go run an errand before we have our night out. Mind you it is about 4:00 in the evening and it gets darks faster in late spring.

We get into the truck and he heads to a little spot next to a creek. He pulls in and has me get out. In the back of the truck he has a tent and a box of camping supplies.

I look at it and dawns on me what his plans were for the night. I look at him and he smiles.

He sets the things next to the bank and gives me a kiss and says he will be right back.

So I'm left there beside a creek with nothing but a tent and camping supplies. He soon leaves.

I waited patiently. Minutes turn into hours. I'm still sitting here waiting. This is not how I wanted to spend my birthday.

I began to cry because its now getting dark. I'll have to start a fire. I'm no stranger when it comes to building a fire.

My daddy taught me a thing or two about building a fire. So I began to hunt for dry wood and bush type of burnable things.

After collecting the things I needed, I sit down and begin making my fire. Pretty soon I have it roaring high and very hot.

I begin to wonder if I had been left here. I knew where I was it just was a very long ways from home.

It was getting very late when I finally saw a pair of headlights and the rumble of a truck motor.

I was happy and livid at the same time. He showed up a little tipsy but none that would effect his driving.

He smelled of alcohol. When I smelled it I knew he didn't just go and run an errand.

He went to party elsewhere without me and leaving me alone on my birthday. I wanted to cry.

I had never felt so alone in my life. So betrayed and unloved. He said he was sorry but as a loving wife I didn't want to cause problems.

So I put my big girl panties on and dismissed it. I didn't want to put a damper on the rest of the night.

But as soon as he got there he looked at the fire and went into the tent and got in and promptly feel asleep.

Again my heart broke and I wished at that point in time I had never gotten in the truck to come here. That night was horrible and ruined.

The morning did not come fast enough. I just wanted to go home. We packed up the tent and camping supplies and said goodbye to the creek bank.

I had spent more time there than he did so why was he even saying goodbye.

I wanted to smack him, scream at him, ask why he left me there alone last night.

But by then I was too hurt to even ask.

I needed a shower. To wash off the dirt and soot that the fire had left on me. I smelled like I had jumped into that fire. I needed to be clean.

To wash, to reset. He wouldn't look at me. I knew something wasn't right.

He had tale tails signs when he was hiding something or lying about something and those signs were like bright red flags waving there arms at me.

He kept his phone hidden from me all the time. It was really my phone but he had taken control of it as if it were his.

I wasn't allowed to have it, touch it or to make calls. I felt trapped. What was I supposed to do? I lived my life this way. So what happens next will make you wonder why I even bothered to be with this man.

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Stay tuned for the next chapter as I properly introduce these characters! Please enjoy and leave a comment and let me know what you think!