Blame It On The Pain Episode 29
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🧏 Blame It On The Pain TWENTY NINE:
By the time Ford had dropped me off it was almost 3 in the morning.
I tip-toed inside the house, being as quiet as I could.
Until a voice stopped me in my tracks. “Who was that man that just dropped you off?” John's voice boomed.
I turned to face him. “None of your business. Don't worry about it.”
The corner of his lips curled up. “Don't give me any sass, girl. I asked you a question and I expect an answer.”
“That controlling tone might work with my mother, for reasons I fail to comprehend; but you're surely mistaken if you think it'll have the same effect on me. I don't answer to you.”
I headed in the direction of my room when I was suddenly slammed against the wall. I rubbed the back of my head, trying to thwart off a headache that would be starting soon, thanks to him. “Touch me again and it will be the last thing you ever do, you son of a bch,” I warned.
“Young lady, that is no way to talk to your father.”
I saw red at that moment.”You might be s¢rewing my mother, but you are not my father.”
He looked me up and down, disgust in his eyes. “Yeah, well, maybe if you actually had a father you wouldn't be walking in the house at 3 in the morning looking like a tramp.”
I was so angry I started shaking. “Yeah, well, maybe if you were half the man my father was, you wouldn't have to buy my mother off with gifts to get her to fk you.”
The sIap across my face seemed to echo throughout the entire house.
A light turned on in the hallway and my mother stood there in shock.
I took a step forward. “You can try and cover up manure…but at the end of the day, it still reeks like sht.”
“What the h'll is that supposed to mean?” he barked.
I looked at my mother briefly before focusing my attention back to him. “You might be in her bed now, but trust me when I say that when the booze leaves her system and reality sets in, it's not you that she wants next to her. It will always be him.”
My mother gasped but I ignored her and held up my cell phone instead. “And you just made a big mistake by touching me.”
I ran out of the house and dialed Ford's number.
A woman's voice picked up on the third ring.
“Hello,” she answered.
“Can I speak to Ford?” I heard some shuffling in the background. “It's 3:30 in the morning. Who is this?”
Aggravation coursed through me as it dawned on me. “Why are you picking up his cell phone?”
A giggle erupted, followed by the sound of his low groan. “Because he's a little preoccupied at the moment.”
I let out a shaky breath, the impact of her words sinking in.
“Tell him it's important,” I whispered.
With a huff, I heard her faintly murmur what I said to him.
“There's nothing more important than you, sweetheart. Just hang up on her,” Ford's voice commanded before the line went dead.
I shoved my phone into my pocket and turned back around. I was startled to find John outside on the porch smoking a ¢igarette.
“Look, I'm sorry about before,” he began.
I continued walking, my heart breaking with every step. “Whatever.”
“Who was that you were on the phone with?” he asked.
That's when the tears erupted. John stomped out his ¢igarette, appearing daunted.
“It doesn't matter,” I sniffed. “What we had is over, for good. He made that perfectly clear.”
He looked pleased. “Listen, I've been thinking, I want your mother to go to rehab.”
I laughed and walked past him. “Yeah, good luck with that.”
“I'm gonna make it happen, Alyssa. But I'm going to need your help.”
He held out his hand. “Truce?”
“Fine,” I muttered before heading inside.
BLAME IT ON THE PAIN : EPISODE 21 – 30
An hour later, my phone rang. Ford's name flashed on the screen.
“Leave me alone,” I answered.
“Don't be like that, Alyssa.”
“Be like what, Ford? Be like you?”
“Stop acting like a child. I told you the way it had to be.”
I stayed silent.
“I told you I'll always be there for you when you need me,” he said.
“Yeah, except when you're too busy being there for her. I won't be the other woman.”
He chuckled. “You'd actually have to be a woman for that to happen.”
His words stung. There was only one way to make the pain go away. “Have a nice life, Ford.”
It was the last time I would speak to Ford for 4 years.
The next time…he would shatter the rest of me.
TO BE CONTINUED