Chrissel's Fire - Don't Waste My Fruit by Mark Edwards Read Free Book Online Page B

himself.  Really, how does he explain?
     
    “ Well Mrs. Snowy what brings you here?” Chrissel asked while brushing herself off.
     
    “I live here!” Jilean Snowy Shouted with tears flowing down her cheeks. “So this is the issue at home that you had to tend to? ” Jilean continued as she started moving closer to the pair.
     
    “Thames, so this has been the cat who has been labeling your body with all those nasty scratches?  Thames how could you?”
     
    “I’ll leave you both as I should be going to a meeting now,” Chrissel interjected as she tried to slip her way out of trouble.
     
    “Not so fast you little pup!” Jilean Snowy snarled while placing her body in the path of Chrissel in an effort to stop her in her track.  “What the heck have you been doing to my husband?”
     
    “Feeding him!” Chrissel snapped.
     
    “You dirty bastard; does he look hungry?”
     
    “Well the way he eats, I think he’s starved.”
     
    “Chrissel don’t you ever talk to my wife like that!” Thames shouted as he placed himself between the two females.
     
    “Thames dear, she doesn’t want you; can’t you see?” Chrissel responded.
     
    “And who do you think you are, coming into our house and trying to decide who wants who?”  Jilean questioned as she moved towards Chrissel waving the heel of her black shoe like a magic wand.
     
    “Thames, she is going to hurt me, don’t let that woman hurt me Thames!” Chrissel screamed as she placed herself behind Thames while wrapping her long hands around his chest.
     
    “Get out of my house- both of you!” Jilean shouted as she raced towards the pair hurling her black shoe which missed them both.
    “ Jilean honey, please calm down, I can explain, I promise,” Thames pleaded as she held the ceramic marble vase while in hot pursuit.
     
    “What kind of a husband are you?  You are a low down dirty cheat!” Jilean growled as she smashed his forehead with the vase causing him to collapse hitting the back of his head on the concrete verandah wall. 
     
    “What kind of wife are you- Why did you hurt him?” Chrissel asked when she realized that Thames was not responding as his head rested in the splintery remains of the broken ceramic marble vase.
     
    “If you take your sour butt off my property, then I’ll let you live!”
     
    “Oh, do you mean my super butt?” Chrissel jibed as she head butted Jilean causing her to fall to the floor.  Lying on her back Jilean held on to her head as a result of the excruciating pain she felt from the head bump she received; she desperately had to move her head to the left so as to dodge the red suede shoe that was hurled at her.
     
    “How dare you?  You’ve hurt the only man I’ve ever loved.”
     
    “Then you are going to be next – you dirty red sore!” Jilean Snowy yelled from the floor as she kicked the heel of Chrissel’s remaining red suede boot causing the woman fully cladded in red to capsize; as she ended up on the floor (which was level territory) she was served a brutal slap in the face by Jilean who  then attempted to subdue her by holding her to the ground.   A tussle ensued causing both women to roll off the front porch as they slapped at each other.
     
    Jilean managed to pull herself from Chrissel and rushed back to the front porch and yelled, “you can have him, just take him and leave my property,” as she booted Thames (who was still motionless and unresponsive) then headed inside slamming the front door closed behind her. 
     
    “Oh Thames you are hurt, I am going to take care of you,” as she held his head in her arms.  Her rage grew as she saw how badly hurt her prince of passion was.  “ Jilean, you are going to pay for this!” Chrissel said to herself as she attempted to open the front door which happened to be locked from inside. 
     
    “Cruela, open the door-open the darn door!” Chrissel shouted while banging her hands on the dark colored wooden entrance.
     
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