Page 20 of The Good Girl

Since Jonas had been taking care of all of my expenses in the last three and a half months, I had a little something put away. If I cut back a lot, I could find a place wherever I landed until I found a job. My first priority was my child. Making sure that he or she was safe. I didn’t let myself think of what I was leaving behind, I couldn’t.

The pain when I thought of the two of them together was overbearing and I thought it best to just stay numb. I turned the radio on full blast and cried my way through a few songs before I had to pull over to use the restroom. I only had to stop another half a dozen times before I finally reached my destination after one in the morning. I’d called ahead on one of my many stops to make reservations.

The only thing they had available near the water was a one bedroom cottage, which I was more than happy to take. I told myself that I was already feeling better when I heard the waves and the tossing of the ocean with the sea breeze on my face.

I checked in and dragged my butt to the quaint little cottage facing the ocean. I left my bags behind in the car. I’ll get them tomorrow. Right now I was too drained, both physically and emotionally.

I barely took the time to look around the place, just enough to make sure it was safe before locking up, and putting my meager food purchases away. Tomorrow, I’ll see about getting something more substantial than that. If I could ever stand to eat again.

I dropped down on the bed fully clothed barely slipping the house slippers off my feet. Good grief I’d gone into those stores in fuzzy bunny slippers. Who cares?

As much as I tried not to, every time I closed my eyes I saw him smiling down at her with his arm around her. I rolled myself into a ball of misery and cried myself to sleep.