My heart sank, tears threatening to dropped down my cheeks, as I watched him lead the red-headed lady out of the hall.
I turned off the TV and lay down on the bed, covering myself with the blanket, as my heart went down the drain.
How could him? How could him lock me in here just to keep screwing around with different women. Why is him always having interest in other women? Aren't I just good enough?
My wretched heart bombarded with questions, as anger coalesced with jealous filled my soul. Now I know why he didn't take me with him like he did the other time because he doesn't want me to disturb his precious night with other women.
Fine! I'm going to disturb him. I grabbed my phone from the night stand and dialed his number.
What if he was having a wonderful time with the lady on the bed and didn't bother to pick up?
I dropped down the phone in discouragement and tried to get my mind off him.
He can play around with whoever he want, and I shouldn't make that my business.
