Chapter 21
• • • Emily Murray's Dickinson’s Wife's POV • • •
“Dickinson most be made to think that he can go scott free with me. I don't give a damn about how he feels but I'm surely not singing these papers” I frown. “ That foolish girl will pay me as well...” I take a deep breath “Thank you for the phone call, Noami!” I hit the phone on the table screaming in fury “You will pay me, Dickinson.How dare you!”
Who the hell is that stupid girl? Surely a gold digger. What does she thinks? That she can seize my man, Just like that! Shit!. She sure doesn't know me well. I will teach her a good lesson, one that she will never forget.
I quickly pick up the phone and I daily. “Evening Madame” a huge voice picks up the call.
“Doc, I need you to find everything about this young girl working with my husband. I mean everything about her; where she stays what she eats, her friend, even her past etc… Meet Noami, she will give you some basic informations about the girl in question and make sure you get me something quick. You know I don't have patient and I hate wasting my time!” I chide and off the call before he can retort, anything stupid that will piss me further.
“Baby why do you keep shouting, and who was that?” She gets up from the bed with no breast wear and a panty on. Her voice is heavy and her eyes fueled with sleep as she strolls to me.
“Doc on the phone. I want to teach a lesson to that stupid Emile!” I holler at the top of my voice in wrath. “I'm thinking on what to do t that stupid, girl!” I thoughtful murmur with a hand on my chin.
“Oh, this fucken story again” she pauses in front of me, kneeling on the ground and I'm seated on the little desk found in my room. “Sweetheart, I told you to give up on this shit. Let her go with Dickinson if she wants, we have enough to survive for decades!” She kisses my lips and I don't return the kiss. I remain stagnant and thoughtful. She is the least of my problems right now.
“Don't be dumb, Sharon!. If this marriage with Dickinson breaks, then this means that we're going back to the streets. To the streets, do you get me?. To the streets; where we could barely afford two meals a day.” I walk a few steps away from her and I stand-in the middle of the room. Her recklessness makes me hostile.
“Dickinson, can't take everything away from you, especially after all you did sacrifice for him. I certainly don't know him much but he's surely not a critter.” she stands up from where she is kneeling, raising her voice “The divorce papers, where are they? Show me those fucken papers!. Why do you keep hiding them away from me?” she starts scattering the room in search of the papers, flinging any single stuff found on her path.
“I won't show it to you so stop it!. Stop it!” I scream and veins start carving all over my face as I instantly turn red…
“Emily Murray, tell me the truth once and for all; Are you in love with him?” She stops scouring the room and she gently moves towards me with a nasty glance. I'm still strutting in the middle of the room watching her crazy ass, I don't bother to answer because it's useless. She will never understand.
“Fuck! Answer me!” she stands at my face, barking like a dog that it starts scaring me. “You need to calm down, Sharon!” I know her anger and how aggressive she can be at times. “I love you and only you!” I squeeze her face in my hands and I kiss her so deep. When she gets calm I path away from the kiss.
“If I sign those divorce papers, then; bye, bye, to our privileges, bye, bye to the travelling, your monthly allowances, all the careless shopping and all… So I can't!” I broaden my stares while making counts with fingers.
“If only my womb had kept one of those fucken babies we won't have been in this dilemma!” I end up crying; for all the babies I’ve lost. The black mascara on my eyes lids mixes up with my tears and drips on my jaws, making some terrible lines.
Sharon falls in bed exhausted like she's giving up since it clearly shows that they aren't on the same line. Without saying a word she wipes her hands on her face.
“Trust me we are better with him in our palms!. I'm sorry, I can't return to that miserable mode of life. This is my life, my future and I'm going to fight for it as much as I can!” I explain hoping she that she gets some sense and grab my words in her skull one and for all.
Sharon's stare is still tilled to the ground “We had a plan; to take his money and run away.” she slowly lifts her stare up to me as her tone slowly raises “But since you keep finding justifications to stay. Leaping from one motive and mother just to stay in this house.” she takes a deep breath.
“The last time I checked, a pregnancy was clutching you here. Now, it's the money. Money which you've amassed into your accounts like grains of salts in a sea.” she grins in sarcasm then she immediately swipes it with a bitter glance “What is holding you here for crying out loud, tell me the fucken reason!” she yells.
“No reason other than money and you know that” I scold back “I have made a name in society and I need to keep the standard can't you get it!” she makes me sick and tired of her childish behaviour.
“Spare me this crap!. I'm so done! It's either you decide to go with me or stay with your husband who clearly doesn't give a fuck about you. I'm done waiting for you!” she dresses up.
“Yes, go like you always do while I stay behind and fight for us. I always do the hardest part of the job while you just squander, act like a spoiled brat, yet you never see it. Go! I'm used to it!” I holler, I know her, she will always come back she has no one else to count on.
“Wasn’t this supposed to be our plan; to squander, take some and leave Now?. Why are you making a fuse out of it as if I'm doing any wrong.” she nods her head in suffering.
“Remember; I found Dickinson, I brought you to him for the first time, I made you guys close and you both ended up together. I would have done this shit myself but you know I'm clearly not into men. So spare me the shit!” she finally closes her trouser and she grabs her bag.
“Now I regret why I didn't kept Dickinson for my self, we would have been done with him by now and who knows perhaps my womb would have kept one of his babies alive. Anyway, this isn't time to dig the history. I'm leaving! Come to me when you know what you want. My pussy or his fucken dick!” she bangs the door behind her.
“Shit!” I blow the the door as soon as it bangs and I end up hurting me. I walk dwon to the little bar found in the parlour, I pour out several class of whiskey and I drink them in gulps. Then I carry the bottle to my room. I play some loud music, very loud music and I begin to dance while drinking them.
Seriously, I don't know what I want, I don't know if I want the money or Dickinson. I want them both, I laugh pathetically at myself. I seat on the ground exhausted and panting like a host who jogged several kilometres none stop.
