Tanked: TANKED by Lewis Cheri

Author:Lewis, Cheri [Lewis, Cheri]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2014-10-08T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

A Very Busy Day

The next morning I lay in bed listening to Jessie singing and apparently practicing dance moves to Hollaback Girl in the shower. Prima is kneading on my belly begging me to wake up and feed her. My mind is racing over all the things going on in my life: serial killer… Zebib… Tank possibly being drugged… Jessie’s parents moving… the disco for my mother's fundraiser in two weeks… my job… missing my house… basically my entire life is falling apart and it doesn’t look like it’s going to get straightened out any time soon. I crawl out of bed feeling sorry for myself, Prima constantly meowing at my heels. I turn around and face her and fuss, “Hold on. I gotta pee, dang.” I open the door to the bathroom and can barely breath it’s so steamy in here, “Hey, I’m in here, sorry but I really had to go.” I call out to Jessie.

“It’s fine, porcupine,” he says from behind the curtain.

I smile at his silly rhyme, when I finish I flush and reach to wash my hands. “Yeow!” Jessie cries. Then I hear two loud thuds. I know immediately what had happened and I burst out laughing. He sticks his head out from behind the shower curtain. “That got hot! I ping ponged off the walls.” I laugh even harder; Jessie shoots me a bird and disappears back behind the curtain.

I wash my hands and quickly leave the bathroom. I then stop by the kitchen to feed my darling diva kitty before she falls over from starvation. Jessie has apparently started the coffee so I fix my coffee and watch Prima crunch on her food. I hear a strange noise, a thud, and then another thud. I walk back to the bathroom, “Jessie is that you making those noises?”

“I don’t think so, I’m getting out now,” he says as he turns off the water.

I walk back into the kitchen and a thud sounds again. It must be Tank. I walk upstairs and follow the mysterious thuds. I didn’t realize until now, but apparently Tank's office is directly above or right near the kitchen downstairs, because that’s where all the thuds are coming from. I take two steps into his office. Tank's back is to me. He’s holding on to his desk with both hands leaning on them. He stands up and kicks his desk, Wham! “Are you alright?” I ask worried.

He never acknowledges me, continuing to stand with his back to me; he raises his hands and laces his fingers together on the back of head. He then looks toward the ceiling as he talks to himself, “What am I missing? What am I missing? It’s right here, what am I missing?” he chants agitated.

I take a step back to leave; he drops his hands and spins around quickly. “Tell me again, from the moment I left yesterday everything that happened.”

“We cut your grass and I really wanted to apologize—”

“Right now I don’t give a damn about my front yard.

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