The Recovering Pessimist

Helping pessimists see the bright side of life without losing their "half empty" roots.

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

Jun
20

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 17-Karma, is that you?

Jun
17

For 13 nights in a row, I’ve had a dream that some mystical force enters our home and steals the spirit of our baby, forcing me to miscarry. As soon as I start to bleed, I wake up from the dream. My blood pressure has been elevated every night since that first dream.

Usually, I just lie awake in the bed but tonight, I decided to get some work done.

I slip out of the bed and walk into the living room. Stretching out on the sofa, I grab my laptop and start working.

“I’m making a doctor’s appointment. You’ve been up for the past three days in a row,” she whispers in my ear.

Scared, I start flailing my arms and legs. I knock over my glass of water and accidentally hit Ashley in the face.

“Do you have to sneak up on me Silent Ninja? I’m already jumpy as it is.”

Ashley giggles while rubbing her cheek.

“I’m sorry love. I rolled over and realized that you weren’t in the bed…again. Is heartburn keeping you up at night?”

I wish it was heartburn. Guess this would be the time to tell her.

“I’m having this reoccurring dream that some mystical force steals the spirit of our baby and I miscarry.”

Ashley just stands there, blinking her eyes in disbelief.

“I don’t know how to respond. Have you spoken to your parents about it?”

I sigh. Under no circumstances do I want to tell my Buddhism-practicing parents about this dream.

“No I haven’t and I don’t intend on telling them,” I respond without looking up from the screen.

“Fine, don’t tell them. I’m making a doctor’s appointment later,” she says walking back to bed.

After working for two hours, I start to doze off. I wake up to what feels like the warmth of the sun on my face. I open my eyes and see Yelena, eyes red with rage. I wake up screaming.

Heart is racing, body is drenched in sweat. I feel something warm trickling down my leg. Upset that I peed on myself, I look back at the sofa. The spot isn’t yellow. It’s red.

“ASHLEEEYYYYYYY!!!!!”

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