Chapter 38
It was a couple days after the first pick-up and Jax hovered over us like a pride of rabid lions.
I tried my best to put the incident behind me, and get back to work.
Birdie was safe and sound in her bed as I was getting ready for my shift.
I kissed Ma goodnight and headed out. It was then I noticed my car was gone.
Vanished. The panic constricted my lungs as I screamed.
I fell to the ground, and the dirt underneath me felt like it sucked me in further.
“Where is my car? Where is it?” I walked back and forth in the driveway in tears and instant panic.
Ma came outside, running towards me. “Mija, what is it, what’s wrong?” she asked, concerned and full of worry as she watched me crumble like the desert sand.
“He did this, he took it,” I cried out loud, heavy tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t feel my body anymore. I felt cold and numb, like I wasn’t inside my skin.
Ma grabbed me “Who?” she asked, over and over again.
“Vadon, he did this!” I screamed, hysterical. “He is trying to break me. He took it, Ma. It’s gone!” I sobbed in her arms. “How will I get to work? I have so many filing fees to pay off. That evil piece of shit. He did this on purpose.”
Ma led me back inside as I sat bundled up on the couch, still in shock after calling in and letting Billy know what happened.
“Why would he do this?” Ma asked me in shock.
“Because I didn’t give in to him,” I replied, shaking on the couch. This was a punishment. His wrath was a bitter taste on my tongue.
“What are you saying, Faye?” Ma was so perplexed by my words.
“I didn’t want to get back with him, so he took my car.
” Silence stilled me as soon as the words left my lips.
This is what men like Vadon did. They put you high on a pedestal, and as soon as they no longer had control over you anymore, they left you with nothing.
Out of spite, out of anger, and hate. Vadon was the essence of true evil wearing a skin suit.
He was an avatar walking the earth like he had a heart.
But it was an illusion. An illusion I saw so clearly now.
Like the blinders had been taken off. He failed to take Birdie from me, so he took the only thing he could that would break me.
My vehicle. A piece of my independence. The same vehicle that got me to work and home everyday.
The same vehicle that gave me the capability to provide a livelihood for Birdie.
The same vehicle our child depended on. He knew.
He did this not just to me, but to her. This motherfucker was still punishing me, his chains still locked to my ankles.
I would never be free, would I? From his mental torment, his evil grasp over my life, over me.
I ran outside and called Vadon.
“Hello, soon to be ex-wife.” His tone was manipulative and evil.
“Where is it?” I asked, demanding answers from him.
“What are you talking about now, Faye?” Vadon sounded amused at my desperation.
“My fucking car! You know, the car you and I both agreed upon that I would keep so I could get on my feet and save up for a place for Birdie? Where the fuck is it, Vadon!?” I screamed into the phone as he laughed, full of venom.
“You’re not my wife anymore, remember? YOU LEFT ME! YOU FUCKING LOW LIFE CUNT!!” His words no longer affected me, immune to his venom.
“You and I had an agreement!” I screamed at him through the phone.
“You really are a stupid bitch, aren’t you?” Vadon laughed manically into the phone. “No signed paperwork, no agreement, sweetheart.”
My chest caved as my breath caught in my throat. “No. No, you can't do this,” I begged, gasping for air
“Actually, I can. You see, you took my family from me, so now I’m going to take everything from you!” Vadon’s volatile tone hit me like a known target.
“Birdie needs a vehicle! I have to make it to work, or I’ll be fired!” I begged into the phone, hating myself for it once more. “Our child depends on me, Vadon, don’t you care? Don’t you understand?” I sobbed, hoping to find some sort of heart this man never had.
“It’s not my problem anymore,” he seethed into the phone.
Click.
I glanced at my phone in disbelief. THIS MOTHERFUCKER!
I kicked at the dirt, screaming. I pounded on the dirt, hoping Satan himself could hear my screams. My skin began to tingle again, as the hair on my body rose, feeling hot, vacant from my own body.
I wanted him to suffer, to feel pain, just like I am now.
I let the tears drown me in a sea of pity, in a sea of hopelessness and dread.
My left eye went white as snow as I tried to blink the sanity away.
“What is happening to me?” I sobbed. I looked at my hands, knowing they were mine, yet they felt unrecognizable.