I was nervous, I was not sure I could go through with this. Seeing Matthew again made me feel really sick to my stomach. I never wanted to see his face again and here I was having to deal with him. At least this time maybe I would be free of him forever. I could only hope. I paced the floors.
I was in the kitchen. Mary was off for the day. I did not want others meeting Matthew. The less who knew him the better things would be. I get out a bag of chips.
And a bowl. I rip open the bag then pour the chips into the bowl. I get out a few cold colas and then proceed to carry them all out to the jungle room area of the house. I set the food out. The clock dings. I glance nervously over at it. He should be here at any given moment.
Elvis comes into the jungle room. He pulls me in his embrace
