Chapter Four
With the events of the previous night refusing to leave my head and the words accompanying them contributing a stomach churning soundtrack, I’d left the house for a long walk in the hope some fresh air would lend some perspective to my situation.
The image of her face as it stared down at me to impart the demand that would change my life and the way I’d formerly lived it, ensuring all such hopes were stillborn:
“From now on you won’t be looking for work,” she told me.
“But…?”
Her slap rocked my head to the side so violently I swore I felt my teeth rattle.
“Shut your stupid mouth and listen you piece of s**t!”
For a moment it struck me that maybe she’d gone insane –her late mother hadn’t been what you’d call “Balanced” exactly- but behind the aggression and foul language
