Caught in the Devil's Sheets by Jesse Johnson Read Free Book Online Page A

good to see Kelli. We haven’t had a chance to hang out in the past month since she started working at the hospital.
    “How’s work going for you?” I ask politely, helping myself to the teakettle and the basket of teabags they set on the table for us.
    “Agh, I feel like I have no social life to speak of anymore. It’s put a lot of stress on me and Cody since I’m gone all the time. You know what the boys’ schedules are like. It seems like we hardly ever get time alone.” I notice that she’s not wearing makeup, which is very un-Kelli. She looks stressed.
    “I know how you feel, now that Jaime and I aren’t running together. We are apart way more than we ever used to be.”
    “How’s that going by the way?” Her eyes widen with anticipation.
    “Actually, running with Odin was a lot better than I thought it would be. Odin’s really cool and it wasn’t that awkward.” And he’s kinda hot.
    “Cool. He’s great looking company, am I right?” she says, reading my mind exactly. I nod, trying not to blush. One would have to be blind to not find Odin attractive. Tall, fit, blond, and mysteriously single…
    “What did you guys talk about?”
    “We talked about where we grew up, and I told him about Wyoming.”
    “Really?” Kelli barely gives me a chance to finish.
    “I told him I went to school there.”
    “Oh, I thought you meant you told him all about it.”
    “No, just that I went to Christian school there. I told him how Jaime and I met up. We talked about you.”
    “Oooh,” Kelli says, faking interest. “How are you and Jaime doing?”
    I roll my eyes and she nods her head giving me an I-got-you look. Our waitress brings our food to the table. Over breakfast I tell Kelli the rest of the details of my trip, even the part about stopping at Big Gus, a detail I don’t think I will be letting Jaime in on. Kelli tells me stories about the hospital. It feels really good to catch up with her. I’m sad when breakfast is over and she has to get to work. I pay for breakfast, and we go our separate ways.
    When I get home, I begin packing my suitcase again. This time I’m not as frantic about it. I neatly tuck my things into my purple suitcase and pack my backpack with electronics.
    I spend the rest of the day trying to clean the house. It seems like no matter how much time I spend in that department, I never succeed in finishing. Erica decides to help out and together we get it looking good. At 4pm I start dinner, throwing together a meatloaf and baking it with carrots and potatoes.
    Jaime comes home minutes before I pull the meatloaf out. “Smells good in here, Babe,” he says when he comes into the kitchen.
    “Meatloaf in five minutes.”
    “I’m gonna wash up real quick,” he says, and heads for our bedroom.
    Erica, Jemma, Chase, Jaime, and I all sit around the table devouring meatloaf. It’s nice to have a clean home and a family around the table, but of course it doesn’t last long.
    Later I go out to the garage to tell Jaime I’m turning in for the night, and he’s sitting at the workbench alone, snorting coke again. I let the door shut behind me. He jumps a little at the sound it makes.
    “What’s up?” he asks, without so much as a guilty look on his face. He knows I hate him using all the time.
    “Nothing, just coming to tell you I’m going to bed, cause I have to get up early and go to work tomorrow,” I remind him again of the effort I’m putting out for us right now. “One of us needs to make the money to support your expensive habit there.” It’s a low blow, especially because we hardly pay anything for coke, but I’m getting really irritated with his constant snorting.
    “I don’t want to get into it Lila. We’ve had this fight a hundred times and I don’t want to have it again. You can go to bed. You don’t need to come out here just to fucking bust my balls. This is the first time I have even used today,” he says, raising his voice.
    I hate the cop out of “I