Actions and Consequences Chapter Four: Bouncing Back

Anna sees a different path and decides to take it. Can she be right this time?

Things had gone from bad to worse. To say I had dug myself into a deep hole would be an understatement. Marge had turned my day-to-day life into hell on earth.

If I was not doing her work for her, I was doing her chores, from picking up her lunch to walking her dogs. She wasn’t the only one that was hard to deal with at work.

Kendall had kept accurate to her words. There wasn’t a minute of the day where she wasn’t looking over my shoulder. Everything I did, every motion I made, she was there.

On the home front, things had gotten better. Timothy couldn’t permanently take the kids out of the state without my permission. I still had visitation rights, but not at my home and always with a chaperone.

“Cow-tits!” Marge called for me as she came around the corner to look at me.

“What,” I said as she stared at me.

Marge threw a piece of paper onto the table. “My dry cleaning needs to be picked up at eight.”

I couldn’t say what I wanted, but I nodded. Marge looked at me with a smile, then walked away. Kendall looked at me as I got up at the end of the day.

“What?” I growled as I headed for the time clock.

I was beginning not to care anymore; part of me wanted to say fuck it all!

Fuck Marge and her video, fuck Kendall and this job. If it weren’t for the need to get out of my shitty apartment and the horrible neighborhood, I would have told them all to go fuck themselves.

As I got in my car, the only thing that made me feel good about myself was that I got to see my son the next day. That thought put a smile on my face.

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Today was even better than any other visit. As I sat with Jacob, I looked over at the swings. Sarah and Sandra were swinging back and forth with smiles on their faces. I couldn’t believe how close I was to them.

Teresa had said they had come on their own. They were smiling and laughing with their aunt behind them, pushing on their swings.

“They have been asking about you, “Jacob said.

“Really?” I asked, turning my attention back to him.

He had dyed his hair from the mouse brown to a deep black. I tried not to pay attention to it as I knew it would make him uncomfortable, but I kept glancing at it.