A Picture of Murder

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Two months in this house with this woman, and I was about to go crazy. Danielle had mood swings that made me want to become a fucking murder. I wanted so bad to take her head and smash into the wall burying her body in the backyard.

That is how I was feeling at the moment. It was the sixth time today that I was getting cussed out for some unknown reason. The only thing I did today was went to the hell hole of a job that her father got me and back home, and soon as I walked through the door, I was getting yelled at.

If it weren’t for Jaiden, I would have said fuck this job, fuck her, and her bitch ass father. For some reason, I had become attached to the little boy. He was like my son. Waking up, seeing his little smile gave me a reason to help his mother.

I wasn’t going to argue with Danielle, not today. I knew that for sure. So, while she had her screaming fit in the kitchen. I walked right back out the door straight to my car and to the nearest fucking bar. A man could only take so much right now; I was that man at his breaking point. On paper, I was married to a twenty-six-year-old woman, one that was bitter at the moment because someone couldn’t see what she was worth.

Now, who was that getting taking out on? I and the only thing I have been trying to do is be damn nice. Maybe I should start showing her the same respect that she shows me. Start cursing her out for meaningless shit. Let her see how the fuck I feel.

The difference was I wasn’t that type of person. I would rather walk away before letting my anger get to me. Here I am now sitting at a damn bar on my fourth or sixth shot, trying to drown out her nagging.

I was so into my thoughts I didn’t notice the woman that had sat down beside me. She kept perking up breast, trying her best to get me to notice her. Only I wasn’t interested. I came here to get my mind off the woman I was living with, not to go home with another.

“Why don’t you buy a lady a drink.”

“I prefer not to.” I wasn’t trying to be rude, but if someone isn’t looking at you or acknowledging the fact you are there. Why ask a dumb-ass question? Plus, everything about the woman screamed fake.

“Well, excuse the fuck out of me motherfucker. I was trying to show you a good fucking time.”

Something caused me to laugh at the woman’s sudden outburst. If she really thought I cared about what she was going on about, she was wrong. Again, besides arguing, I moved farther down the bar.

It wasn’t long before someone else took a seat beside me. I was dreading looking over, afraid it would be that same woman as before. To my surprise, it was the beauty that sold Danielle and me our home.

“Surprising to see you here. Where’s your wife?”

“At home… I needed a drank.”

A smile spread across her face as she places her hand on my thigh, looking over at me thew her eyelashes. Just from the look on her face, I knew what she was thinking, and I could lie; I was thinking the same exact thing.

“It a hotel right down the road. What you say I help you relieve some of that stress you have?”

My answer should have been no. Technically, I have a wife at home, but that was all fake, but no one knew that but Danielle and me. What harm could come from me having a little fun hell, she was giving me shit, and I was hurting.

Maybe it was the alcohol that I felt I knew I needed to fuck, and she was right here in front of me. It was like something was telling me this was a sign that I need. Just go, you won’t be disappointed, so I did.

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“Where is he?” I asked myself the hundredth time as I paced Jaiden’s room floor. I had called Lorenzo over twenty times, and each time my calls when straight to voice mail. My son was running a fever of 104.5 and wouldn’t stop crying.

Lorenzo had the car, and I told my father we needed a second car for shit like this. Did he listen? No, that man never listened to me. He thought he knew every fucking thing, one of the reasons he and I didn’t get along.

“You know what, Jaiden. I’m done waiting around for your so-called daddy.” I said to my son as I order a Uber. Jaiden was my concern right now. I will deal with Lorenzo when he got home. It didn’t make any sense he was supposed to protect us. What if someone came from us? And he wasn’t answering my calls.

An hour later, I was sitting in an emergency room, still calling Lorenzo and not getting a damn answer. Curse him I should call my dad and telling him what is going on, but I didn’t see myself being that spiteful.

“Mrs. Costa, can you tell me how long has your son been sick?” The doctor asked, making me looking up at him like he lost his fucking mind. If he was trying to say I didn’t look after my son, he was wrong.

“His fever started a few hours ago.”

He nodded, writing something on his notepad, looking back up to me with a soft smile as he sat in the seat in front of us.

“Jaiden is fine. You told the nurse you, your husband, and Jaiden just moved here from Florida, right?”

“Yes.”

“It the change of weather that got him sick. You little man has an Upper Respiratory Infection, something that can be cured. Don’t worry.” He said, rubbing Jaiden’s little back as he handed me his prescription then told me where the pharmacy was.

I was thankful that the hospital got Jaiden’s fever down and was able to tell me what was wrong with my baby. But I was upset when we reached home four hours later, and there was still was no sign of Lorenzo.

I know we weren’t married for real, but he could at least told me where he was going. This was unreal. I needed him, my son needed him, and he was nowhere to be found. I didn’t understand that man and thought I never would.

I sighed, letting the feeling go of whatever I was thinking, laying my son down in his bed, then going back to my room, undressing myself to jump in the shower. My head was killing I was worry about my son and Lorenzo.

The question kept running through my head. Where was he? Was he okay? And what did I said or do to make him ignore me? I had to get my mind off that man. He was a detective, my caregiver at the time.

A wave of relief hit my body as the warm water ran over my light skin. I wanted to cry for where my life had taken me. I had a damn good job, although my father set me up with another one here.

I thought I was in love and had a man that loved me, but he only loved what I had. My coward ass father knew and didn’t have the fucking nerve to tell his daughter she was getting played. Then on top of that, a murderer could be looking for me.

My life was falling apart bit by bit, and I didn’t know which way to turn for it to become better. “Maybe I should end it all here,” I said to myself, looking down at the razor on the corner as I got out of the shower.

I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t leave my son without his mother or my mother without her only child. So quickly, I threw the damn thing in the trash, walking out quickly as my bedroom door swung open revealing Lorenzo.

“OH MY GOD, DON’T YOU KNOW HOW TO KNOCK?!” I screamed, covering up myself as he stared. He didn’t have any shame in what he was doing as he watched me run across the room, grabbing my robe.

“Are you going to stand there and fucking stare, you fucking pervert or is you going to state your fucking business. Wait, on a fucking second, where the fuck were you? I called you for an hour fuck straight. Jaiden was running a fever, and I could get ahold of you. I had to call a fucking Uber Lorenzo. What the fuck was up with that?”

Lorenzo was still staring at me as he removed his phone, turning it on, then leaving my room, going straight to Jaiden’s as I ran behind him. I got a whiff of a women’s perfume, making me frown, grabbing his wrist.

"YOU WERE WITH A DAMN WOMAN WHILE ME AND MY SON SAT IN A FUCKING ER ROOM FOR THREE FUCKING HOURS.!?" I whispered yelled in his face making him frown, pulling his arm away from me.

“I’m doing this with you right now. I just want to check on Jaiden and go to bed.” I said, opening my son’s door while I grabbed it, closing standing in front of it. Lorenzo let out a heavy sigh rubbing his hand down his face.

“Danni, it’s 5:30 am. Please let me check on him, and I talk to you later.”

“No. You don’t get to turn off your fucking phone for hours straight. While you get your fucking dick wet. The little boy that calls you daddy is sick. He cried for you. He doesn’t know the fucking difference between you being his daddy or Cameron, but right now, you are his daddy, and you weren’t there. So, you don’t get to be there now. Go back to the bitch you were fucking Renzo. Make sure you tell my Father you prefer to fuck a slut besides protecting his daughter.”

I could see the fire in his eyes as he gripped my upper arms. Soon as he did, he released them, walking away fast. I was still mad, so I decided to follow, but he slammed his door in my face making me laugh to myself as if when back to my room sleeping for about three hours.

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