Chapter 4

The week went by slowly and so did the healing of my bruises. I waited and waited for my kids and husband to get home or to even get a phone call and i got nothing. Friday came and there was no sign of my family coming home. 

I heard the trash truck coming down the street this time i was fully clothed and more I had a long sleeve shirt on and a pair of black leggings on. My hair was down to cover as much as my face as i could. I walked out slowly to the trash can and pulled it to the curb waiting for the trash men to come. Thankfully there were two different men on the back of the truck both equally as handsome as the two that came last week. 

I gave a small smile avoiding eye contact as much as possible. 

"hi, i had a quick question to ask if you guys have the time?" I said as meekly as possible.

"I can answer any questions you have miss" A goregous pair of green eyes met mine as they sparkled in the beautiful sunlight. He was a tall man maybe 6 ft tall, i was 5 ft 4 and i had to look up quite a bit to see his eyes completly. He was mixed with his carmel colored skin.

I looked down and back towards my house. 

"I was wondering about the bulk pick up. We have quite a few pieces of broken fruniture and we were unsure if we were allowed to just put them on the curb? They are really heavy and we just dont wanna put it out and you guys not being able to lift them onto the truck."

"Miss we can take anything you need. Just put it on the curb the night before."

I smiled a little because the amount of broken stuff in my garage had started to pile up. While it was the first time James hit me, The  furniture got the brunt of my husbands temper. 

"Is that all-"

"Lorna, are you fucking kidding me! I told you I would handle the trash! I guess you couldnt wait to come and meet your boyfriend huh?"

I flinched at the rage coming from my husband but I looked behind him to see my kids were not in the car.

"Where are Max and Vicki?"

"At a friends house, you still are not in the right mind to see them!"

James turned to the garbage man and said,

"Excuse me sir, we have this handled you can continue on your route. Unless theres a reason your standing out here talking to my wife."

"Actually sir there is, your wife had a question about putting heavy furniture on the curb, by the relif on her face when I said we can take it only tells me that you take that temper out on your furniture and your wife. Looking at her face, seems like you can use some anger managment.

Uh-Oh I'm definetly going to be in trouble for him standing up for me like that. Why couldnt he have just said okay and went on his way. I could see my neighbors start to trickle out of their houses. The trash truck stopped between my house and my neighbors the front doors open and all I could feel was embarssment and shame.