His Married, Human Mate

Chapter Seven

Leona's POV

I woke up and could feel the sniffness of my body from falling asleep on the couch. I got up and stretched and looked around realizing that AJ never came home; then it all flooded back. My call to him, the woman answering and saying that "Brock's mother" had called and she answered in case his son needed something. Him yelling at her and then me hanging up and turning my phone off.

I paced into Brock's room and he was still fast alseep. I didnt know what I would do without his light giving me strength and motivation to stay strong. I went to my bedroom and turned on my phone. Not a single message or call came through.

I was no longer hurt. I was broken, numb. I couldnt even feel the pain.

I wasn't numb because I could feel one thing. Pure rage. I grab a suitcase out of the closet and packed up all his clothes, I packed all his bathroom soaps, tooth brush everything in the house that he brought in I loaded it all up in my car's trunk. Through everything we faced, he couldn't even remain loyal to me, the mother of his child. I slammed the trunk closed. Panting from carrying everything out and rage and hatred filling my heart.

Brock started crying from inside the house. I got him some breakfast and called my mother. She agreed to watch Brock for a bit. I didn't tell her what happened. She didn't need to face my humliation also.

I sent a text to AJ. It was a picture of all his things in my trunk.

Address for this delivery. - Me

He started typing immediatley. The dots popping up on the screen and then going away.

Can you met me at my mom's house? - AJ

K. - Me

I would drop them off there but I wasn't going to stay and wait around. I wanted to know why like I needed air to breath but even if he did give me an excuse I feared it would be all lies and I had had enough of those. We would figure something out from here.

I sped into his mother's driveway; she wasn't home. He was on the porch with some shapely young thing with short red hair. I knew right them looking at her, before she even spoke that this was the woman who answered his phone. My angry was't for her though. Knowing from teh way she spoke last night she didn't know we were married and had no idea I was waiting on him to come home to me.

I popped my trunk and started throwing everything out in the yard. I know I was making a scene but at this exact moment I did not give a damn. I heard him yelling at me to stop but I would not listen to anything he had to say. I saw him start walking over to stop me. I would not allow him to get his way when I saw all his things were out of my car. I stood there still needed a release of my rage when I saw lighter fluid and a lighter in my trunk.

I looked at him and back in the trunk.

This would help me feel better and grabbed the lighter fluid ripping off the lid as quickly as I could throwing it all on his things. He started running over but it was too late. I had the lighter open and lit.

"Leona, now come on, you know I never meant to hurt you. I just needed something to make me feel alive. We can work through this. You don't want to do this to me." he pleaded with me.

"Needed something to make you feel alive? Work through this? Do this to you?" I asked him through gritted teeth.

"I don't think I have ever wanted anything more than this. This is what I need to feel alive." I yelled and through the match.

It went up in flames.

"There is nothing to work through between us any longer. You did this to yourself." I told him, closing my trunk and walked around to my door, "Oh and one more thing. . ." He looked up at me from watching his things burn away., "f**k you."

I got in the car locked my doors and drove away.

I am not sure what would happen now, He was still Brock's father and we would figure that out later. I ran to the home repair store and purchased some new locks for the house and went home to change them.

I dont think he will come back but just in case he thought he could this would send a clear message. He was no longer welcome here.

While changing them out I looked down at my hand. My engagedment ring and wedding band was still on my finger. My heart ached again. My rage finally burnt out now.

I slide them off and set them on my counter in the bathroom near the sink. My hand felt much lighter and naked now. My heart felt heavier and my mind overwhlemed.

I felt like a failure. Like I wasnt good enough but I knew I deserved better. I just had to go through this to be better, heal and give myself and my son everything we deserved.