Page 9 of Nobody Wants Me
With nothing else to do, I went into the bathroom and removed it all.This alone took a good twenty minutes, as I had to use special liquids to help remove the eyeliner as well as the mascara.
Checking the time, I saw it was now a little after three, and I was exhausted.I didn’t bother putting the television on.However, I did go to bed, lying on top of the covers, closing my eyes, willing sleep to come.I couldn’t.
I saw the anger in his face as he looked at me and tossed the destroyed quilt to the floor.Tears filled my eyes, but I willed them not to fall.It wouldn’t be good for me to cry.It was just a quilt.A gift idea I had come up with, and it had all been useless.Victor didn’t want anything from me, and that was more than okay.I didn’t want anything from him.
I was part of a loveless marriage.The only thing I could do was hope he just left me alone.Providing I didn’t cause any trouble, nor make waves, I should be okay.That is what I kept telling myself.Yet, all the movies told us it didn’t matter if you stayed good.If someone wanted you dead, that was exactly how you would end up.Totally dead.
How did I get here?
Chapter Three
Victor
Ivan arrived early, right at seven, just as I knew he would.
I hadn’t seen my wife, but I had noticed the main hallway was clear of any pieces of the quilt I had thrown in her face last night.She did not need to be making me things.I wanted nothing to do with my wife.She was a means to an end, and she needed to start seeing it that way.It pissed me off that she would even try.What the fuck was wrong with her!
I knew I was being a dick, but I just couldn’t help it.
Ivan stepped out of the car, and he wore, as usual, his black pants, white shirt, and matching black jacket.Nothing out of place.Always ready to do business.
Now, I was not expecting his plus-one.She stepped out of the car wearing a pair of jeans, a plain red t-shirt, and a baseball cap.I also happened to notice she was chewing gum.
The Butcher.I didn’t even know her real name.
Why the fuck had Ivan brought The Butcher into my territory?Since when had The Butcher and Ivan been BFFs?Did The Beast even know about this?
“Victor,” Ivan said.“It is good to see you.”He reached out a hand, and I took it.
I had a deep respect for this man, even if at times I didn’t like his methods nor the company he kept.The Butcher looked at me and gave me a nod.
“What is she doing here?”I asked.
“She is his plus-one,” The Butcher said.“What’s the matter?Shitting your pants?You think you’re on the hit list?”She winked at me, which I didn’t find funny.
I kept my bored gaze on Ivan.
