He Saved Me

He Saved Me Chapter Fourteen

PICTURE OF PATRICIA ON THE RIGHT :) 

Chapter Fourteen

Robert's POV (earlier that day)

I watched my wife pace back and forth across the kitchen of our loft apartment in Atlanta, Georgia, her big belly protruding unattractively in front of her.

"You are NOT leaving me for that bitch!!!" she screamed, waving a knife around in front of her face like a the crazy woman that she was. For the thousandth time in eight years, I regretted leaving my family for her. She had made my life a living hell, spending all of my money on pointless things that she never desired to keep for more than a month. We had a closet full of designer clothes that she had only worn once if she had bothered to wear them at all. She made me miss Sharon. I wonder how her and my kid are doing? "I will not allow you to treat me the way you did that pitiful excuse for an ex-wife of yours! I will not take this lying down Robert!"

I had just told her about my affair with my secretary, Sasha, and that I was planning on leaving to marry her "Look Patricia, it's not that I don't love you..."

"Oh can it you son of a bitch!!! You never loved me! You loved my AGE, and the fact that I had the body of a high school cheerleader! And now that I'm a big fat pregnant cow, you're trying to get rid of me!"

I paused with my mouth open and shrugged. Well, she had me there. "It's not personal honey. I love her." I bent over and picked up the suitcase that I had been in the middle of packing when Patricia came home early and found me. "Look...you can keep the loft. It's paid for." With that being said, I turned to leave. As my hand reached for the door knob, I heard a low whistling noise and then moved my head just in time to avoid whatever it was that she had thrown at me. I looked to my left to see the knife that she had been holding sticking out of the wall just inches away from my head.

My eyes widened as I turned to look at her. "Are you fucking INSANE???"

"No Robert! You haven't seen insane until you walk out that door! If you walk out that door...I will make the rest of your days a living hell! I am PREGNANT with your CHILD!!!"

I scoffed as I watched her standing there, panting heavily. "Yeah that's likely. You spread your legs for anybody with a black card and a dick! I want a divorce." I walked out the door and slammed it behind me.

I had lied. Sasha and I had fooled around for a little while, but she wouldn't have me. She said that she was looking for better things than a forty-seven year old with a nearly non-existent bank account. My bank account wouldn't be nearly emptied if it hadn't been for that gold digging bitch I called a wife. I am so glad to be rid of her.

No, I was leaving because I missed Sharon. I needed to make amends for all the pain I had caused her by leaving. I remembered the day that I had left and the sight of her begging me to stay, and I knew that she would have me back. She still loved me. A love like that just doesn't disappear.

　

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Robert's POV (later)

My loft in Atlanta was only a two hour drive away from the old house in Brooks County, so I was pulling into the drive by two o'clock that afternoon. I gasped as I looked around. Sharon had let the place go to hell since I left. The driveway was cracked and dirty, and an old, dusty excuse for a lawn set was positioned in the middle of the front yard. Tacky! Yes, she would be glad to see me I bet.

I pressed the button to lock the doors of my Lincoln Towncar as I made my way up the drive.

After ringing the doorbell I took a step back and smiled. I was surprised to see a little girl with blond ringlets open the door. She looked to be about eight years old. Was she mine? I could have sworn my old buddies had told me that Sharon lost the baby.

I smiled and bent over to squat down in front of her. "Hey angel. Is your mommy home?" I asked her sweetly. I had always been good with children.

The little girl studied me for a few seconds before turning back into the house and calling out. "Mommy!!!" she said before she disappeared up the stairs.

A blond woman that was definitely not my ex-wife came to the door holding a filthy little chubby baby boy. "Yes, can I help you?" she inquired, studying me from head to toe.

"Hello. I came by to visit with someone, but I guess she's moved by now. She used to live in this house. Goes by the name of Sharon Slade, but I'm sure she probably uses the name Sharon Young by now. Had a little boy? He should be around seventeen?" I flashed her my teeth in a charming smile and the woman nodded her head.

"Yea she moved about four years ago. Sold the house to me and my husband Chet for real cheap. I think her and her boy are living over on Lexington now."

"Lexington? But isn't that the more expensive part of town?" I hadn't been gone so long that I didn't remember that we could never afford to live over there.

"Yea mister. I told you what I know, so if that's all...Chet Jr. needs to be changed." she slammed the door in my face.

Wow. Sharon's living on Lexington now. She must have remarried. I got in my car and started it, deciding to head over to her house to shake things up a bit.

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When I turned onto Lexington I saw a middle aged woman walking her dog, so I slowed next to her and rolled down my window. "Excuse me?" she stopped and looked at me questioningly. "Hi, I'm looking for Sharon Slade's house?"

The woman studied me for a moment as if sizing me up. I guess I passed her little test, because she smiled and then gestured down the street. "Yes, she's just three houses down on the right. The biggest house on the block, you can't miss it." Without another word, she resumed her stroll down the street.

I drove on down the street and parked across the street from the house the woman had indicated. Sharon had done really well for herself. Now that I was there, I suddenly felt nervous about knocking on the door, so I just sat in my car and watched the house to try and get a glimpse of my son or ex wife.

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The sound of my phone ringing made me jerk awake and I looked around. I must have fallen asleep. I quickly answered my phone before the call was sent to voice mail. "Slade here."

"Yes sir, Mr. Slade?" A male hillbilly voice greeted me on the other end of the line.

"Yes, I believe I just said that."

"So that's where he get's it from." The man muttered into the phone.

"Excuse me?" I replied impatiently. "Is there a reason for this phone call?"

"Yes sir, my name is Officer Chet Peters. I work for the Brooks County po-lice department. I just thought I'd let you know that I booked your son on reckless drivin' charges tonight. We've already called the boy's mama, and she has been by the station and picked 'im up. It took me a while to track you down is why this call is comin' so late, but I just thought I'd let you know."

Sleep was still clouding my brain, so it took me a moment to register everything the officer had said. "Oh. Oh Bobby got arrested?" Just then a truck turned the corner and the bright headlights blinded me. I watched the truck turn into the driveway of Sharon's house and park.

"Yes. Yes sir he did. Reckless drivin' is what I pick 'im up for. Kid was drivin' 125 miles an hour in a 45 zone."

Another car turned the corner and I watched my son and Sharon exit their vehicles. I distractedly responded to the hillbilly. "Yes, thank--thank you sir. I'll deal with it." I hung up the phone and got out of my car.

They had just reached the front door when I stopped within three feet of them. "What's this I hear about our son being arrested?" I asked, staring pointedly at my wife. I didn't want to miss the happiness on her face when she realize who was standing in front of her.

If I hadn't been so busy watching her, however, I wouldn't have missed my son come in to attack me....

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