Let Me Say This, Again by B. Swangin Webster

Author:B. Swangin Webster
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Intrigue Publishing LLC
Published: 2016-08-23T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 24

Kevin entered his house, poured himself and drink and was stopping his nose from bleeding when his phone rang.

“What the fuck do you want?” he said into the phone. “Just bring her whenever you want.” he said as he slammed the phone down.

He sat down in the office and tried going over the numbers for the Atlanta office, but his massive headache wouldn’t let him do anything but put his head on his desk and close his eyes.

He opened his eyes and had to adjust to the darkness. His cell phone was vibrating, at the same time the doorbell was ringing. He brushed the empty Jack Daniels bottle off of the desk and into the trashcan.

Kevin opened the door and his daughter brushed past him without a word.

Cheryl walked in behind her as Kevin stepped aside. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a dish towel and put ice in it and held it out to him. He snatched it from her hand and put it on his mouth.

“I think you might need a couple of stitches. Do you want me…?” she said.

“I don’t need you to do shit for me!”

“Kevin, I’m trying to help you.” she said, sucking in a deep breath.

“Bullshit! You don’t care about me, you are only concerned about that nigga of yours and your faggot son!”

“Forget it! I’m leaving!” she said as she slammed the ice tray on the counter.

“Good. I didn’t invite you in anyway.”

Before leaving she turned to him, “You need to make sure that you keep ice on it for at least a couple of hours. The swelling will go down, then you need to massage it every couple of minutes, so that it doesn’t get black and blue. But don’t feel pressured to take my advice.” As she opened the door, she heard him say thanks.

“Look, let me look at it again before I leave.” She turned and walked back towards the living room. “You might not need stitches, and don’t eat anything with salt on it, cause it’s going to burn like hell. You really should get out of those pants. I could probably get the blood out if you want.”

“Without taking them to the cleaners?”

“There are a few tricks I learned while only being a football mom. Remember, Donnell always had a bloody mouth or nose and there was never a blood stain on his yellow jersey. I know my way around a laundry room.”

She walked away from him, when he got too close to her and quickly sidestepped him, knowing full well that it was the alcohol making him be civil for the moment.

“Go upstairs and change. I’ll start the washer.”

Kevin came down in just his briefs and handed her the pants. Kevin was standing close enough to her that she could smell the Michael Jordan cologne he was wearing. As she turned to leave, he stepped closer to her and wrapped his arms around her. Her breathing quickened because she knew that now was the time she needed to exit quickly before things got out of hand.

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