Chapter 1
Jacob
I was just in the door when I received a call from my Lawyer Glen.
He told me that with the video I sent him the divorce would be a slam dunk.
He said that although cheating is not a big deal in the divorce part of the action it will make a huge difference in the part where we divide everything up and decide how much alimony will be required.
“Lucinda will be lucky to leave the court not owing you money,” Glen told me. Then he advised me to open a secret account to place the extra money out of reach that I received today.
After the call, I uploaded the video from my phone onto my laptop.
I added a journal entry that described what happened today and about how things have been with Lucy over the past six months.
I added that I am really pissed off that I did not get to celebrate my two achievements tonight.
I lamented that I was all alone on the best day of my life because of the worse afternoon of my life.
After I ate a couple of chicken pot pies for a snack that were in the freezer, I cracked open the 750Ml bottle of Jack Danials and poured four fingers worth into a tumbler.
I felt absolutely lost as I sat there in my living room alone when I should have been out celebrating. I drank a second tumbler of the whisky followed by a third. The alcohol affected me seriously since I am not much of a drinker.
It was just past 9pm when I stumbled out onto my patio with my pack of cigarettes to have a smoke.
My vision was very blurry and I was seeing double as I tripped on the channel of the sliding glass doorway. I lunged across the patio coming in contact with the solid wooden pillar that holds up the pergola above the patio.
My head hit the wooden pillar from a side contact right against my right temple. I saw a burst of stars as I fell forward doing a face plant on the patio breaking my nose and cracking my chin. I remember puking once then everything went black after that.
Korina
I was surprised when Jake showed up at his summer home alone. All of the other times I have seen him here he was with his wife Lucinda. This is the first time I have seen Jake here since I divorced Gary 6 months ago in the dead of winter.
I was livid when I found out that Gary had been having an affair with an 18 year old first year college student. I was even more floored when I found out that he had impregnated the girl ten years younger than him.
I guess you could call it a shot gun wedding when Gary married the girl the day after our divorce was final. Her belly was just beginning to show while they said their vows at the county court house with her parents glaring at the both of them.
Personally, I was ecstatic to be rid of the jerk I had stupidly married six years ago in a cheesy Las Vegas wedding chapel two sheets to the wind from partying all day for my 21st birthday.
I have learned a lot and grown up quite a bit over the past six and a half years. I had a dandy of
an attorney and took Gary to the cleaners on our divorce. If little miss pregnant thought she would have an easy life with my low life husband, she was sorely mistaken after I cleaned him out.
I got this home by the lake, the RV motorcoach and his fancy 1200 Virago motorcycle in the divorce along with a very generous alimony settlement that will last until I get married again someday. But I sure as hell am in no hurry on that front.
It was just 9pm when I went outside to smoke. I don’t like smoking up the house so I do all my smoking outside these days. I had just lit my cigarette when I saw Jake come stumbling out of the house and run into the wooden beam holding up the pergola.
Jake hit the beam so hard that I heard the crack all the way over here 30 yards away. He did a face plant after that. Then he threw up violently. There was blood running down from the right side of his head and from his flattened out nose.
I dumped my cigarette in my glass of wine and sat the glass on the table. Jake was obviously in some trouble. I pulled my cell phone out of my rear pocket and dialed 911 as I ran over to Jake’s home.
Carefully, I rolled Jake onto his uninjured side so if he vomits again he won’t choke to death. I cradled his head on my lap while I waited for the ambulance to show up.
When the ambulance showed up, I told them that I was Jake’s cousin and only living relative in the US since his parents moved to Italy when they retired. When they asked if he had a wife, I told them that he was separated at this time and estranged from his soon to be exwife.
I really had no idea what was up between Jake and Lucinda but I figured that things must be rough if Jake came all the way here all alone on the first week in June.
I was afraid for Jake as I ride with him to the hospital in the ambulance. It was obvious that he was completely out cold. His breathing was very shallow and I noticed that the EMT was taking his blood pressure over and over.
“What happened tonight?” the EMT asked. “I saw him come out of his house and he appeared quite drunk. He tripped on something and lunged headlong into the wooden post holding up the pergola,” I informed the young man.
After that he vomited violently then passed out as you see him now,” I completed my assessment.
“He’s very lucky to have had you witness this or he could have died out there on that patio,” the man told me. “Yes, it is very lucky that we live so close to each other,” I answered keeping the ploy that I am his cousin.
I was in the waiting room for a couple of hours before a nurse came to tell me that Jake has been admitted to the ICU unit.
“He is out of danger now but he will need some time to recover from this trauma,” she told me. She suggest that I go home and come back tomorrow afternoon when they may have more information to share with me.
I called a taxi to take me home. Once I was home I was too keyed up to go to sleep just yet so I went over to Jake’s place to clean up the blood and vomit off his patio.
After I checked under the doormat to find the extra key, I went through his house and turned off all the lights except for a couple of night lights and then locked up his home.
Jake
It was 2pm when I awoke with a splitting headache. As I glance at the clock on the way, I have a vision of a clock showing 9pm. Wow, that was 15 hours ago. What happened between then and now?
My head is pounding with an unbearable pressure inside as I press the red button hoping someone will come to me.
In a matter of moments a whole crew of hospital people burst into the room with a cart I would later find out is called a crash cart.
Evidently I pushed the panic button that makes everyone come running.
Once the team ascertained that I was not in cardiac arrest or some other dire condition, they all left except for one nurse.
“Tell me what you remember about yesterday,” she asks softly. There was a period of silence while I tried to remember anything about yesterday. “I can’t remember a thing. The last thing I remember is the time was 9pm,” I told her.
“Can you give me something for this pounding headache? It is making me feel nauseous and dizzy. My sight seems to be very blurry and the more I try to think the more confused I feel,” I told the very attractive nurse.
“That is because you had a very serious bump on
the head that has caused you to have a concussion,” the nurse informed me. It may be a day or two before you start having memories return,” she advised me.
When I reached up to touch the right side of my head where the pounding pain was coming from, the nurse caught my hand. “You needed 8 stitches to close the gash on you head where you hit the post,” she told me. “You want to keep from touching it. That will just increase the pain,” she told me.
When I asked her about pain relief, she told me the best she could do is give me a couple of extra strength Tylenol. She then told me that I was going to need a CT scan to access the damage to my head.
Before she left my room, she gave me a pitcher of water and told me that if I could keep down some swallows of water she would let me order dinner at dinner time. As she walked out, I noticed that she had the most magnificent ass I have ever seen in her tight scrub outfit she had on.
I turned on the TV for something to keep my attention after she left. Trying to remember stuff was just making my head hurt more and made me more confused.