Betrayed
Page 38
Chapter 37
Jeff slumped on the couch in front of the television, all the lights off. He sipped a beer but wasn’t really into the drinking thing tonight. He just liked the taste of the small swallows. He was sort of watching 101 Ways to Die. He usually didn’t like the show as he had seen death up close from being a cop, but for some reason it appealed to him tonight.
The darkness that had taken up residence in his soul was consuming him, and he didn’t feel like he could fight it any longer.
His thoughts turned to Missy. He had come home in such a rage he didn’t know what to do. As he looked around the apartment, he was surprised that the evidence of the anger he had unleashed wasn’t more prevalent. He had mainly broken dishes and flipped over the kitchen table and the coffee table. Certainly he would have destroyed the whole apartment if Missy hadn’t stopped him.
He glanced at the now-righted coffee table, and there were the damn divorce papers. His hopes for any reunion with Sara crushed by a stack of papers.
It was such a small thing that carried such a big punch. As he eyed the stack, he was both intimidated and awed at its power. He wanted to burn, shoot, and stab the small pile all at once.
He thought of all the things that Missy was responsible for; she had been there to help him pick up the pieces of his life when Sara left. She brought him meals, cleaned up his apartment, and constantly asked for updates on Sara’s whereabouts. She had been his rock, the glue that kept him together. She was a good friend to have.
His thoughts traveled back to earlier in the day. Why had he hit that guy? In a nutshell, he had snapped. This . . . thing within him had won. His anger and depression had taken over for that split second and came out his fist. Frankly, he was tired of fighting it. What would happen if he totally let go and let it consume him? What would he do?
He sipped his beer, not liking the path his thoughts were wandering.
He truly felt like he was about to come completely unhinged.