Chapter fourteen
Chicago, Illinois, USA
2001
I tried my best to believe that this was all a mirage. Steve had a girlfriend and he didn't tell me. This bastard called me a whore. What's actually going on? I got angry and tore the last page of the day I and Steve met. The page he wrote that I was pregnant for another man and the page he wrote that he had a girlfriend. I squeezed the page and tossed the ball in the wastebasket in the laundry room. I flipped the journal further and saw a title: what I had avoided but now I allowed: I read further.
FEBRUARY 03rd, 2001
I made love to Charlotte. It was so fascinating. We were at a Barbie and later in the afternoon, there was an unexpected pour from a sprinkler close to us and i and her kissed although we were sodden and drenched completely and then I took her to my room and we made love to each other. Charlotte has an awfully nice and luscious body and it allured me.
From that time being, we became together and what Charlotte doesn't know is that I have a girlfriend somewhere else who's I'm planning to engage. I can't leave her. It's not because she's more beautiful or sexier than Charlotte because she's not, it's because she has power and she was the one that made me work in her hospital. Her name is Fabriana Casset. She's a petite redhead with hard brown eyes. Women with power interests me and I was planning that maybe when Charlotte'd given birth and her child is six months old, I'll advise her to go and see her mother and go back to Cleveland. It's not my fault. It's because I love Fabriana more than her. I was only trying to help her. It's not as if Charlotte has lost her attraction because she's getting more beautiful and sexier daily. It's just that she's a kind of slut and a ho and I can't pretend that I'm a father to a child that isn't mine and I'm still in love with Fabriana.
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I couldn't believe it. I couldn't really believe it. I buried my face in my folded meaty arms and cried. It was too painful to be true. Steve can't do this to me. After all I did for him, I trusted him, I loved him, I gave him my heart but yet, he's like the others. I can't leave like this. I couldn't. I managed to hoist myself up as I ripped his stupid journal to pieces. He didn't make any damn love to me. He didn't cum into me. I left his room and cried heavily on my bed and reasoned deeply. Why am I so gullible? Why am I so deceived? I can't do this any longer. I packed all my clothes and my belongings and loaded them in my white hummer jeep. I packed Chloe's clothes and loaded them in the hummer jeep. Steve was too Good to be true. I took a sheet of paper from my shelf and a ballpoint and wrote a letter to Steve, dropping it on the glass coffee table in living room.
Steve,
I know your secret. I read your
Journal. Let me go straight to
the point. I can't believe you did
this. I thought you were thoughtful
and kind and loving. You are just
like every other men. You are a liar
and a cheat. But don't worry, I'll
leave your life alone, you freaking
Bastard. You called me a whore. If
Your sad ass, coward girlfriend isn't
a bigger one. She should fuck up
with you for all I care. The both of
you are incompetent piece of cunts.
Charlotte.
I took a shower and also bath Chloe. Then I wore a blue t shirt with a black capris and a black flats. I wore Chloe a pink onesie. I left my hair to hang loosely and applied mascara and lip gloss. I carried Chloe to the car and placed her on her convertible seat. At least I had a lot of money with me. I just have to find something to do with my life. I entered my car and started the engine. I planned to drive to New York, far away from Chicago. I downloaded the map in my phone and arranged everything. That way I'll be far away from Steve as ever.
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