Chapter Eighty
"I will get you, you bitch!" Christopher screamed at Kimberly. His face turned red and his eyes seemed to bug out. "This is all your fault. I will get you, and when I do, I will make you wish you were dead. You hear me?"
The last of her reserves faded. At that moment, Kimberly couldn't take one more thing. She felt weak. She handed the phone to Asher.
"Talk to my dad. Maybe you can make him understand. He's not listening to me" she said.
Then she grabbed for a chair as her legs gave out and she fainted.
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Kimberly finished packing her clothes. She had already put her laptop in it's case and cleared out the bathroom. There wasn't all that much left to do, which meant she had no excuse to linger. But she desperately wanted to see Asher before she left.
James had said something about him dropping by, but he hadn't been specific. Kimberly had a feeling that if she didn't see Asher now, he would disappear from her life.