Tagged: Yelena

#XD30-Chapter 30-Life Goes On

“Why am I using this damn board to talk to you?!” I ask, waving the board in the air.

Using her hand, Susan spells out LOL. I giggle before continuing.

“From what the detective told me, the concierge called security, who went upstairs to the condo. Yelena was lying on the floor where we left her and immediately started talking. That’s when things got interesting.”

Susan motions for the board.

WHERE DOES MY MOM COME INTO PLAY? P.S. I’M THIRSTY.

I pour her a glass of water. She takes a few sips.

“You okay?”

She nods. I continue.

“Yelena tells the cops that she had an accomplice that was on her way to the condo to help ‘finish the job’. The cops decided that they would hide in the den and wait for the accomplice. Yelena opens the door for the accomplice. Lo and behold, your mother walks in with a very large handbag.”

Susan takes another sip of water and motions for me to continue. I take a deep breath.

“She comes into the room and asks Yelena where we are. Yelena panics and tells her that we escaped. Your mother gets pissed, telling Yelena that the plan is ruined, and that they have to find us. The officers, who were hiding in the den, walk into the living room, and start questioning your mother.”

BUT WHY WOULD MY MOTHER HELP YELENA? I DON’T UNDERSTAND.

As I read the board, something clicks.

“The officer mentioned that your mother kept saying ‘It wasn’t over’. I don’t understand what she meant by that.”

Susan is frozen. I’m talking quiet as a church mouse, breathing shallow as hell. Before I can say anything, the doctor enters the room.

“Hello ladies. Susan, I will be discharging you in the next half an hour. You can get dressed.”

Excited, Susan raises her arms above her head and wiggles her fingers. Grabbing a bag from the closet, I hand Susan a change of clothes. Once I get her dressed, the nurse enters with a wheelchair. While she get Susan into the wheelchair, the doctor comes in with her discharge papers. After going over her at-home care plan, he wishes us well and leaves. The nurse wheels Susan out of the room, while I leave to get the car.

Meeting them outside, I get Susan into the car, and thank the nurse. Susan motions for the board.

KARMA.

#XD30-Chapter 29-Wired Relief

Opening my eyes, I see Ashley. She squeezes my hand and smiles.

“Hey baby. Your mouth has been wired shut, so you’ll have to use your phone and this dry erase board to communicate.”

That would explain the tightness that I felt in my mouth. I take the dry erase board from Ashley and quickly scribble a message.

HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN OUT?

Turning the board around for Ashley to see, she reads the question, and begins to write.

A WEEK AND A HALF.

Wow. I grab the board.

WHY SO LONG? WHAT ABOUT THE BABY? WHAT ABOUT YELENA?

Ashley stands up lays next to me in the bed. I move over. Reading the board, she looks at the doctor.

“Susan, when you fell and landed on your head, your brain was slowly swelling. You were put into a medically induced coma to decrease the swelling.”

He pauses while Ashley grabs a tissue and blots the tears forming in my eyes. The doctor clears his throat before he continues.

“In addition, the bleeding you experienced was caused by a ovarian cyst that ruptured. To sum it up, you and the baby are fine.”

Relief never felt so good. Ashley stands as she walks the staff out. Closing the door behind them, she does a happy dance. I want to laugh so bad but it hurts wayyyy too much. She lies beside me on the bed. I start writing.

WHAT HAPPENED WITH YELENA? WHERE IS SHE?

Ashley laughs so loud it scares me. She finally regains her composure and responds via board.

YELENA WAS ARRESTED…ALONG WITH YOUR MOTHER.

#XD30-Chapter 28-Bloody Hell Part 2

“Move your goddamn legs!!” Susan pleads, delivering a swift kick to my left leg.

“Oww!” I hiss, giving her a nasty side eye.

“You felt that?” Susan asks as a broad smile forms across her face.

“Yes!”

I nervously scan the room.

“Can you see her?” Susan asks.

“No, but I can hear her down the hall near the den talking to someone.”

“We should leave,” Susan whispers.

I shake my head in disagreement.

“I need to make sure she can’t chase us down,” I said, reaching under the sofa frame.

“Dad duct taped some razor blades and a knife against the sofa frame. You know, just in case.”

Shocked, Susan blinks.

Freeing the knife from the tape, I cut the zip ties off her wrists. Before she could bring her hands around to the front, I stop her.

“Keep your hands behind your back. I’m going to take care of some business.”

With three razor blades between the fingers of my left hand, I form a fist. Slowly standing up, I walk down the hall, using furniture and the wall to maintain my balance. I open the closet door and slip in. If I time it correctly, when she rounds the corner, I’ll swing the door open and punch her in the face. I can hear her entire conversation in the closet.

Yes. I’m telling you I have everything under control. How far away are you? An hour?! *sighs*I can wait until then. They’re okay. Well, Susan has a broken jaw. I used brass knuckles. I could have used bare hands but I wanted her to hurt. I’ve got to go. See you when you get here.

I hear her heavy-footed ass walking back up the hallway, towards the living room. I lean against the door, ready. As soon as I see her approach, I swing the door wide, hitting her in the face. Blood rushes from her nose as she falls backwards. With my razor-bladed hand, I punch her in the jaw.

“How’s that broken nose and jaw combo working out for you?”

Not giving her a chance to respond, I stand Susan up, and we run towards the door. As I reach the doorknob, Susan stops.

“Wait!” she screams.

“There’s no time to wait!”

Susan runs back to the sofa, grabs the knife and takes off down the hall. Following her, I see her crouch down beside Yelena, stabbing her in the legs. Through clenched teeth, Yelena screams in pain.

“Stop it Susan! We need to go!!”

Stabbing Yelena one last time in the thigh, she leaves the knife in. I grab her arm and rush out the door. As we get on the elevator, Susan doubles over, holding her stomach.

“What’s wrong?”

Sweat beads form on Susan’s head.

“Something is wrong with the baby!”

Panicking, I look down. A trail of blood is slowly running down her leg.

#XD30-Chapter 27-Bloody Hell Part 1

My right eye slowly opens, but the left eye is still shut. How did I end up on the floor? The room is dark. My head is banging and there’s something metallic-tasting in my mouth. I spit. It’s blood. Less than five feet away is Ashley. She’s not moving. I try to reach for her, but my arms are bound behind me. What the hell is going on?

“I see someone is awake. How’s that broken jaw working out for you?”

Chills dance on my spine as I crawl across the floor. I manage to sit upright against the sofa. Turning my head towards the window, I see Yelena.

“How…how did you get in here?” I ask, moaning in pain.

Yelena squats down next to me. There’s less than 5 inches between our faces. If only my hands were free.

“Since you asked so nicely, I’ll start from the beginning. I walked into the lobby and told the very helpful concierge that I was surprising the two of you. He not only escorted me up, but he was kind enough to let me in.  You had your back turned to me, which made the surprise even better. You never saw it coming,” she explains as she relentlessly pokes my severely swollen jaw.

A piece of my jawbone is pressing against my cheek.

“I fucking hate you,” I mutter.

“The feeling is mutual,” she responds, standing up.

I feel a series of flutters in my stomach. The baby is moving.

“Suuuusaaannn!”

I turn my head towards the door. Ashley is slowly crawly towards me. I scoot to meet her halfway, but after about five scoots, Yelena pushes her brass-knuckled fist into my jaw. I can feel a tooth bouncing around in my mouth as I scream in pain. Yelena laughs.

“I bet you regret sound proofing this condo. Nobody can hear you two.”

Yelena walks over to Ashley, grabs her arms and drags her across the room. She props her up against the sofa . I grab her hand and squeeze it.

“I can’t feel my legs,” she whispers.

#XD30-Chapter 24-Cracks in the Foundation

Susan looks so calm holding that gun by her side. It takes a few minutes for me to calm my nerves and gather my thoughts.

“What exactly do you mean by ‘money doesn’t keep crazy away’”?

Susan laughs and walks over to the bookshelf. She carefully puts the gun back in the book and places the book back on the shelf.

“Let’s not play stupid Ashley. You know exactly what I mean. Yelena is not going to just go away. No amount of money is going to keep her away. A bullet on the other hand…”

She sneezes.

“…is permanent.”

Oh. My. Damn.

“You can’t possibly be talking about a permanent means to remove Yelena from our lives?”

Susan sits on the chaise lounge and rubs her ankle.

“What part of permanent don’t you understand?” she asks, left eyebrow raised.

“You know what? Your hormones have you on 10 and I need you to bring it down to two and a quarter. You’re pregnant. Sit your ass down somewhere, put your fucking feet up, and chill the fuck out!!”

Storming out of the room, I didn’t hear her respond. At that moment, I had enough of her. If her way of coping with the truth is the handgun edition of Show and Tell, how the hell is she going to deal with motherhood?

“Where are you going?! I know you hear me!!!!”

 Feeling an anxiety attack coming on, I grab my jacket from the hall closet, and snatch my keys from the stand next to the front door. The door closes behind me. With hands shaking and breathing erratic, I get on the elevator to the lobby. Opening the lobby door, the cool air dances across my face. Standing against the brick wall, I release the tears. Tears steady flowing, I grab my phone from my pocket and send a text.

 I don’t know how much longer I can do this.

 

 

#XD30-Chapter 23-Lessons from Uncle Jeff

The sun greets me with a warm kiss on the cheek. Once again, I’ve fallen asleep on the sofa. The pleasing aroma of bacon and maple syrup fill the air. Praise Sweet Baby Jesus, Ashley’s cooking! Giddy, I get up, shuffling my way to the kitchen.

“Well hello Chef,” I say seductively.

Ashley’s dressed in a hot pink lace slip.  I debate on whether I want to attack her or that plate of bacon. The woes of a pregnant woman. Ashley sways her ample hips back and forth.

“I know what you want. Come and get it.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. Walking up behind Ashley, I wrap my arm around her waist, tickling her stomach. She moans. My fingers trail past her stomach, grabbing two slices of peppered bacon. Ashley turns, spanking me on the ass with her hand.

“Move greedy ass,” she demands, giggling. “Breakfast will be ready in a few.”

Frowning, I stomp over to a bar stool at the counter. Watching Ashley pour the last of the batter into the waffle maker, I realize it’s now or never.

“Did you pay Nick off?”

Silence…until the waffle maker beeped. Ashley seizes the opportunity to avoid answering my question. Placing the hot waffle and a pile of bacon on a plate, she cautiously places the food in front of me. I lightly grab her arm.

“The truth Ashley. I want the truth.”

Defeated, she slumps against the fridge.

“As soon as you told me about that Halloween party, I made a financial arrangement with Nick to keep our secrets.”

She’s fidgeting, which means she’s withholding something. With my fork, I gesture for her to continue. She wipes her forehead with a paper towel.

“Jesus Susan, what else do you need to know?!”

Did she just fucking say that to me?!

“Two can play this game Ashley. Why would Nick tell you to pay Yelena?”

Ashley’s face pales with guilt.

“I…I…,” she stutters, her body shaking, tears rolling down her face.

“STOP BULLSHITTING ME!!!” I scream, throwing the fork in her direction. She ducks, waving her hand.

“Dammit!! Okay! Okay! Yelena and I dated for 18 months before you and I got together. When we got together, I broke up with Yelena.”

I say nothing and continue eating. A couple of minutes of silence should scare her. As I chew the last of my food, I stand up and walk towards the den. Minutes later, Ashley follows me.

“Say something!” she yells, her voice shaky.

Standing in front of the bookshelf, I reach for a vintage-looking dictionary. I open it, taking out my beloved Smith & Wesson M&P .357. Ashley gasps.

“Where…how long…a gun…”

“I inherited it from Uncle Jeff. He always told his nieces to never rely on anyone to protect you. Taught me the art of the take down with one bullet.”

I walk over to her, gun by my side, and brush her hair out of her face with my free hand.

“He also taught me that money doesn’t keep crazy away.”

#XD30-Chapter 21-Sleep Interrupted

“Home sweet home!” I announce, dropping my bag and rubbing my belly. After a week in the hospital, I couldn’t wait to sleep in the comfy softness of my own bed. Collapsing on the sofa, Ashley closes the door behind us.

“Have you spoken to your mother since her visit? She appeared to be in a hurry when I showed up,” Ashley asks, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor.

My right eye twitches. She just won’t let it go. To avoid saying something I’ll regret later, I pause before responding.

“No and she’s not going to speak to me until I make things right,” I mumble, rolling my eyes.

Ashley groans.

“You shouldn’t take this so lightly. I don’t play with Karma.”

Her voice is shaky. Something is bothering her, but I know better than to ask her when she’s so anxious. I stand up and walk over to hug her. She brushes me away. Yeah…something is definitely weighing on her mind.

“When you’re ready to talk about whatever is on your mind, I’ll be on the couch.”

Sitting down with my feet on the ottoman, I reach for my laptop and cell phone from the sofa. Diligently typing away, I’m in the midst of finishing a proposal when my phone vibrates. It’s a text from Yelena. I would block her, but I find her threats quite entertaining.

You’re going to know how it feels 2 b so close 2 having sumthin…just 2 have it b snatched away.

I laugh and continue working. Ashley is in the den, participating in a video conference with her fellow video game programmers. That gives me at least two hours of time to work. Nodding off, I put the laptop and phone on the floor and stretch out across the sofa for a nap.

Ashley’s vibrating phone disrupts my sleep. I get up and grab it from the kitchen counter. It’s a text message…from Nick. Why would Nick text Ashley? Curious, I open the message.

Just pay her the money Ashley.

#XD30-Chapter 20-What a Tangled Web She Weaves

That was awkward. Susan’s mother rushes past me and didn’t say a word. It’s not like she says much to me to begin with and her disdain for me is clearly evident. I dim the lights in the room and pull the chair next to Susan. It’s been a week and she’s slept uninterrupted every night since she got here.

As I admire Susan’s peacefulness, my phone starts vibrating. It’s a text from Yelena.

Paying Nick off keeps him silent. There’s nothing stopping me from telling your secrets…unless you have $100,000 to keep me quiet.

The next few minutes are spent in a coughing fit. I’ve been fighting whatever this is for the past three weeks. Breathing hurts like hell. I make a note in my phone to schedule a doctor’s appointment in the morning before responding back to Yelena.

You just don’t know when to quit, do you.

About fifteen seconds pass before she strikes back.

I told you years ago to never, ever cross me. I forgave you for dumping me for Susan. Now you’re paying Nick to hold your secret. Don’t push me over the ledge bitch.

I didn’t respond back. When Yelena tells you she’s going to do something, best believe it will be done. Paying her off isn’t enough. She won’t rest until Susan is out of the picture. Enough of this bitch, I need to sleep. Drifting in and out of sleep for hours I find myself repeating the same dream. Frustrated from lack of continuous sleep, I grab a pen and paper to jot down some notes on my dream.

Tangled in a web. Yelena=spider. Susan dead…cause unknown.

#XD30-Chapter 19-This is a Warning

“The baby is okay. You had a ruptured ovarian cyst.”

That voice sounds familiar. Struggling to open my eyes, I can faintly make out my surroundings: hospital room, oxygen tube in my nose, and the the faint smell of vanilla mint. My mother is here. Geez, my mouth is dry. I signal for some water.

“Here you go honey,” she coos, adjusting the bed position so I’m sitting up.

Savoring the water, I wait for the coolness to hydrate my mouth.

“Thank you. It’s nice to see you, but why are you here?”

Never at a loss for words, my mother sits on the end of my bed. Dressed in a mint green caftan and gladiator sandals, she’s so zen. It’s disgusting, yet perfect for a humanistic psychologist.

“Ashley called me. Told me that you’re having dreams about miscarrying, Yelena, and blood. I believe Karma, working through your subconscious, is trying to tell you something.”

I roll my eyes.

“Exactly what would Karma and my subconscious be trying to tell me?”

I low key know the answer to this question already. My mother must have sensed it.

“Have you and Ashley sat down and thought of the ramifications of your actions? What you both have done has affected more people than you think. Then, instead of facing the situation head on, the two of you disappear. Let me tell you something, you can run all you want to, but Karma will always find you. Let that marinate.”

I open my mouth to speak, but my mother motions for me to remain silent.

“This medical episode that you had is no coincidence. You and Ashley will continue to be plagued with issues until you make things right.”

Thankfully, the nurse enters the room to give me another round of meds. I watch the liquid flow through the IV as I wait to drift into the clouds. My mother gathers her bag, kisses me on the cheek ,and heads towards the door.

“This isn’t over Susan. It would be in your best interest to listen to me,” she warns, brushing past Ashley on her way out.

Eyelids heavy, I drift off to sleep. Finally, some peace.

#XD30-Chapter 18-Blood, Sirens, and a Text Message

I run out of the bedroom, towards the living room. Susan is screaming bloody murder, her body stiff as a board.

“Stop screaming!” I yell, grabbing her shoulders.

Suddenly quiet, she points down to the sofa cushions. There’s nothing there. I’m confused. I sit Susan down on the sofa and grab a glass of water from the kitchen. I hand her the glass and watch her take a very long sip.

“I…I…don’t know what’s going on with me. These dreams are really fucking with me. I swear I saw blood on the sofa right after I saw Yelena staring at me.”

Yelena? Blood? What the hell is she eating before she goes to sleep?I can’t take four more months of this.

“You’re going to the doctor and I don’t mean the OB-GYN.”

Susan cocks her head to the side.

“A head doctor? Really?!?! I’m not crazy! I know what the fuck I…”

She faints. I elevate her feet and grab her phone to dial 9-1-1. As I speak to the dispatcher, she comes to.

“Don’t move. An ambulance is on its way,” I instruct.

Refusing to listen, Susan attempts to sit up. As she puts her left leg on the ground, I notice that there’s blood running down her right leg. With my free hand, I aggressively push her back down on the sofa.

“Lie down Susan!!! You’re bleeding!!”

I can hear sirens outside. I call the concierge to let him know that the ambulance is coming. I check on Susan. Her forehead is hot, she’s sweating, and a blood-stained spot  is forming on the sofa cushion. The concierge and paramedics are knocking on the door. Opening the door, I step aside and watch them tend to Susan.

“Ashley, grab my purse, laptop, and phone,” she instructs with the oxygen mask on her face.

Ignoring her, I quickly text my mother and Susan’s mother to let them know that we’re going to the hospital. Susan’s not going to be happy, but if she won’t see a stranger, perhaps she’ll talk to her mother.

“Hello? Did you not hear me?”

“I have your phone and purse. Work should be the last thing on your mind when your health is at risk.”

Once Susan get situated on the gurney, everyone heads out towards the emergency elevator. As I follow them down the hall, the notification light on my phone is blinking. It’s a text from Yelena.

“How’s Susan doing?”