Chapter 12 #3
Being sneaky and dating in private obviously wasn’t possible when a person’s ex was a deranged lunatic.
Sipping her beverage, Blossom stared out at her spacious yard.
She was proud of the life she’d built for herself.
It wasn’t that she had a problem with being submissive and letting a man lead.
The problem was, the man she had was insecure and afraid to let her live her dreams. Blossom never would have cheated on him.
She didn’t throw her money in his face and when they were married, he was for sure the king of their castle.
She didn’t know what else to do. Constantly having to stroke a man’s ego for him to feel secure wasn’t what she signed up for, and it got real old real fast.
Especially when the only thing that seemed to appease him was her giving up something that she loved.
How was that fair? Now that it was over, she had foolishly assumed that they’d go their separate ways and do whatever it was that made her happy.
Even without a ring on her finger and Cedric’s last name no longer being attached to hers, she still couldn’t escape his bitching and whining.
And now, he was dragging the kids into it.
Three more sips, and Blossom was still annoyed.
Cedric could throw tantrums all he wanted but making her kids look at her different, that was where she drew the line.
Blossom’s phone rang, and she was elated to see that Fancy was calling. “I was just about to call you.”
“He’s dead. Nick is dead.” Fancy’s words were like a punch to the gut. Instantly, her troubles were forgotten, and she struggled to keep her breathing steady. Fancy wasn’t sobbing, but Blossom could tell that she’d been crying.
“When? Fancy, where are you at?” Blossom sat up straight.
“I-I’m at home. My house is pretty much a crime scene. I don’t want to be here.”
“I’m coming to get you. Let me run in the house and grab my keys.”
“Okay.”
Blossom didn’t have details, but she didn’t need them to know that things had turned out exactly how Fancy didn’t want them to. Chosen was walking in the door with a basketball in hand as she rushed into the foyer.
“Where are you going?”
“Fancy has an emergency. I’m going to check on her.” More than likely, Chosen thought she was going to meet Tech, and she wasn’t in the mood to explain herself to people that she gave life to.
In the car, Blossom inhaled a deep breath in an effort to calm her nerves.
She needed to make it to Fancy safely. Her nerves were shot, and she needed to gather herself before getting on the road.
Never in her life had she wished death on a person, but Blossom was glad that Fancy wasn’t the one that lost her life behind domestic violence.
Had Nick just left her alone none of it would have happened.
Fancy gave him plenty of chances, and he refused to stop harassing her.
God was on her side because traffic was lighter than it ever was during the day, and Blossom made it to her friend’s house in record time.
When she got there, the porch light was on, and Blossom gasped as she saw blood all over her friend’s walkway leading up to the steps.
With trembling hands, she reached for her phone to call Fancy because she didn’t want to walk onto the porch.
Before Blossom could unlock her phone, the garage door lifted, and Fancy walked out with an overnight bag hanging off one shoulder and an oversized Chanel hanging off the other.
Her face was red and puffy. Dried tear streaks ruined her makeup, and her thick, pretty hair was disheveled.
Instantly, Blossom felt for her friend. Pressing the button to put her car in park, she took her seatbelt off and rushed out of the car. “Friend.” She opened her arms and hugged Fancy.
The woman didn’t cry, but she clung to Blossom like a comforting touch was the very thing she needed to be okay. Blossom took both bags from Fancy and placed them in the back seat. Inside the car, Blossom didn’t make a move to start the engine.
“What happened?”
“I got home from work, and I went in the house to take a shower. I had just put my robe on when I heard a car horn steadily blaring. I looked outside and sure enough, he was in my driveway. I didn’t open the door, and I didn’t leave the house.
I called 9-1-1 and told them the situation and that I had a restraining order against him.
They didn’t seem to have any urgency because he was in a wheelchair and couldn’t get on the porch.
I watched from the window as he once again stabbed my tires.
Tires that I just got fixed. At that point, I was furious.
I went outside and asked him to please leave me alone.
We started arguing, and he pulled out a gun.
I started running toward the house. I just knew he was going to shoot me. ” Her voice cracked.
“I just kept thinking; he’s going to shoot me in my back.
I’m going to be paralyzed. I ran onto the porch and inside the house.
He sat there for a few minutes. I was watching from the window.
As soon as the police car pulled into the driveway, he shot himself.
I watched the entire thing. In my yard, while I was looking, he shot himself in the head. ”
Blossom’s eyes closed as she rested her head on the back of the seat. “My God.” She could only imagine how her friend felt.
Fancy loved her home. She had worked hard for her house and just like that, Nick ruined it for her.
Never again would she be able to step outside of her house and not think about the moment he took his life.
Of course, she had been cleared of any charges.
It was a clear case of suicide. The police officer had witnessed it just as she had, but the moment would haunt Fancy forever.
“You know I have to go to Chicago in the morning, but you can stay at my house as long as you want. The boys will be there, but they won’t bother you.”
“Thank you. I’m not sure I’ll be able to get any sleep tonight unless I take something, but I’m going to get up in the morning and handle some things.
I’m not going to work, but I’ll still be away from the house most of the day.
As for tomorrow night, I haven’t decided yet where I’ll stay.
If not with you maybe my mother or sister. ”
Blossom nodded. She wished there was something she could say or do, but it was something that Fancy had to process.
No words could make it better. The dangers that could occur from dating the wrong person were very real, and she knew that was why her sons were concerned about her and who she was dating.
Blossom didn’t see things getting better on her end, and she doubted the people in her life would be willing to accept Tech with open arms.