I have had so many request to know what happens next I felt I needed to be fair and give Kelly a voice. Not everyone will agree with this follow up in the series, but the title should give you a heads up on how this tale will end. Everyone makes mistakes, after all we're all human.
I would like to thank winterfoxx for his tireless effort in helping me edit the next two chapters. Any errors will have to be laid at my feet, as I can't help tinkering with it...lol.
I have learnt so much from this experience. This has made me look deeper into my own psyche and challenged some of my own preconceived notions.
I trust you will enjoy the ride.
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Sitting on the floor, watching James walk off with the two bitches was the lowest I had ever felt in my entire life. "You can't sit there all day Lady! You're blocking the courtroom door."
I looked up to see an Officer of the Court standing above, looking down at me with clear distain. I dearly wanted to tell him to fuck off. I just didn't have to energy to fight anymore. "Yeah what...ever!"
I managed to stand, taking my first tentative steps toward the exit and the car park where my mother waited to take me home. That's when the full implications hit me square in the face. "Home? I wasn't going home...ever. I now no longer had a home or car. But most of all I no longer had a husband. It had all been stolen away from me, stolen by those two tarted up fucking trollops!" I thought to myself as I trudged out into the glare of the midmorning sunshine, sunshine that made me feel worse, mocking me with its bright shining rays.
I thought I'd cried myself out until I saw James and those two bitches drive off laughing with each other, then turning to see my mother standing beside her car with her arms folded and shaking her head in disgust. I broke down and cried again as mum told me to get my whore arse in the car. I didn't think my life could get worse, but mum was making it her mission in life to rid me of that delusion.
I sat in silence staring out my window. Thoughts came back to me of the afternoon mum came home from talking to James. I had done as my mother had ordered me. I wanted to use the bathroom, but mum had told me to sit with my legs together and head down. I almost peed myself waiting, too afraid that mum would come storming in the door and I wasn't where she told me to be.
I sat there crying to myself with frightened anticipation of my mother's return. I dearly wanted to avoid having to look at mum's face and listen to her derision. The alternative was more frightening than the coming confrontation. Even though I had never been able to win any arguments with my mother, it was marginally better than being ostracised and left completely on my own.
I knew I couldn't go anywhere for I had nowhere to go. If I walked out I'd be sleeping in the park. I'd already tried to talk to Carol and Pam, both having told me to fuck off and die. Sue just hung up on me without even talking. Beth had no idea what I was on about. She just giggled and told me to give James a blowjob and everything would be okay.
James was right. Beth doesn't even live on the same planet as everyone else. Beth's clueless advice was after my call to Carol and Pam who proceeded to berated me for destroying their lives with my arrogant stupidity. Carol called me every name under the sun, telling me I had shit for brains and too weak willed for not being able to control my husband. I had to agree I was stupid, but was quickly concluding that it wasn't for the reason they cited.
I was an 'A' class moron for ever getting back into their clutches. My life was shit, and up until now I couldn't see why everyone was telling me it was all my doing. All I wanted was a perfect marriage. What was wrong with that? I was starting to get nauseous from having to agree with everyone who told me those two were trouble. Mum was right when she told me they were one-step away from being whores when she pulled me out of school and away from Carol's group.
I didn't see it. Back then they just seemed way cool and in control of their lives. Now I don't think they understood a damn anything but how to manipulate others. I realise this only when it's way too late to do anything about it. I laughed spitefully when Pam told me James was suing every one of them for destroying his marriage. Fucking bitch, I hope her tits sag to her knees.
We were sitting at a set of lights as mum's voice pulled a halt to my introspection. I was still looking dejectedly out the passenger window. "I'll give you one thing Kelly! When you do something, you go all out and do it properly. No half-arsed measures for my gullible daughter. I thought I made a hash of my marriages, but you have made a bloody art form out of it!"
What could I say? Nothing! So I sat there crying and tried not to listen to the barrage of abuse my mother was throwing at me. "Your father is ropable! I thought he was going to have a heart attack when he found out exactly what you had done to James and your marriage. I'll be surprised if he doesn't put the buggy whip to your whoring arse until it bleeds!"
There was a moments silence and I was just beginning to think she'd run out of steam. I always thought that mothers were there to console their children when things went bad. Well, not my fucking mother! I have never heard my mother swear at any time in my life, so what she said next rocked me to the core. "If he does decide to beat some sense into that stupid cunt of yours, don't you be expecting me to step in to fucking save it. I'll be damn well urging him on."
She clipped me behind the ear and I winced. "You listening to me you stupid trollop? If it was left up to me and I thought I could get away with it, I'd have you bent over at the waist with head and hands locked in stocks, on display in the local park, for anyone to use who has a mind."
"You want to be a lowlife whore, then we'll do it right. How about we pimp your arse out to pay that damn detective's bill, least that way your dad and I won't have to dive into our holiday savings. We'll work out how you're going to pay that stupid brain fart off at a later date!"
I shivered at the mental picture her statements conjured up, as the tears streamed down my face. She seemed to take a breath and settle down, and then she couldn't help herself, she ranted on. "There is still something James and I both would like to know. What in God's name were you thinking? You certainly weren't thinking with your head when you signed that ridiculous codicil! How on earth could you not see that James was giving you every chance to get your shit together, but nooooo, you're soggy lust saturated brain decided to ignore all the signs."
"Stop it mum!" I screamed at the top of my voice, almost to the point of going hoarse. "I'm sorry okay." I coughed and wailed at her stoned faced anger.
The fresh torrent of tears was overwhelming me. I slapped my hands over my ears as mum continued her tirade. "We women complain about men thinking with their genitals, damn it child. You certainly put paid to that argument didn't you? More like blew that one right out of the fuckin water! Let me guess? You were fantasising about fucking up a storm? Getting excited over the prospect of your husband working his arse off to support your sexual perversions? I'll ask you again Kelly, what the fuck were you thinking?"
Even if I could stop crying long enough to answer her, I doubt that I could have made a sane reply. I'd asked myself that question so many times now, that I've just made myself even more confused. "I don't know mum, I really don't know!" I managed to finally whisper as the tears dropped off my chin and soaked my blouse.
I bundled myself into a tighter ball against the passenger door and wept.
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Mum just shook her head as she pulled into the drive. Turning off the car, she snapped."Get out! I want you out of those clothes! I have a ratty old housedress you can wear. Then you can get to work scrubbing floors and walls, the windows need a good going over and both the bathrooms can do with a thorough dose of elbow grease!" I knew this was coming from the conversation I'd already had with mum. I guess I can forget about my next appointment to get my hair and nails done.
I winced from within at what my mother was saying, all I could say was, "Yes mum!" Moreover, it burned me to the core. I again burst out crying as I remembered the conversation when I found out that mum knew what I had done. I have no one to blame for that since I had basically spilled the beans myself. James hadn't helped however by putting me on speaker.
That was nothing to what mum was throwing at me now, but then James hadn't shown her the photos! It was my stupidity in thinking if I fought hard enough, then James would see that I loved him and wouldn't want a divorce. My solicitor warned me it was better not to contest it. Again, my arrogance showed through, I didn't think about the consequences of James handing the photos over into evidence. I honestly didn't believe he'd do it! When they came out in court, I knew my arse was fried when I saw mum glaring at me from across the room. I wanted to shrivel up and disappear.
