My Mans Best Friend (9781622860241) by Tresser Henderson Read Free Book Online

movies I had seen. Soon as I pushed this door open, a maniac would jump out and bludgeon me to death.
    â€œGet it together, girl,” I whispered to myself. Then I started to wonder, was I the crazy one here? I’m the one talking to myself out loud.
    When I got ready to step forward, the stall door eased open. Out stepped this short, skinny female with mascara running down her face. It was clearly evident she had been crying. The mascara made her eyes resemble a raccoon’s. Her appearance scared me for a minute because she stood there looking bewildered and not saying anything. She was not an ugly chick. She was actually a very pretty woman. And for me to say that in her state of disarray, you knew she was nice looking. She was just having a moment taking her to a not-too-good-looking status. She looked at me, but it was like her spirit had disappeared from her body.
    â€œAre you okay?” I asked wanting to reach out to her but thought better of it.
    She stepped out of the stall, shaking her head no. Her arms started to hug herself tightly as more tears streamed down her cheeks. Even though she was cute, her body was that of a crackhead. She had no curves at all, and her breasts looked like those of a girl just starting puberty. I started to run out and go pick her up a Southern dinner with mash potatoes and gravy, macaroni and cheese, and a nice slice of lemon pound cake to help put some weight on her. Then again, maybe her eyes were watering because she just finished throwing up all the food she ate. You never know these days. Women were doing whatever it took to get skinny.
    The woman was dressed in a short black slip dress with a Chanel bag hanging from her shoulder. Her hair was jet black and bone straight sweeping her shoulders. I wanted to snatch her bag and tug on her hair to see if it was all hers because it looked too pretty to be real. Her nails were done. Diamonds dangled from her earlobes and despite her anorexic state, her skin was flawless. The only thing throwing me off was the fact she had kicked her shoes off in the nasty bathroom. Disgusting, I thought because I knew there were a lot of different germs eating away at the bottom of her feet, mainly urine and fecal matter.
    â€œAre you here alone tonight?” I asked.
    She didn’t respond, walking to the sink, looking at the lights above the mirror.
    â€œDo you want me to call a friend for you?”
    She shook her head no.
    â€œWhat about your man?”
    She immediately made eye contact with me, and I wanted to run away. Her stare was so frigid I thought ice daggers were going to start shooting out of her eyes.
    â€œWhy do men cheat?” she asked with a slow, sorrowful voice. “Can you answer that question for me?”
    Finally something, I thought. “I don’t know. It’s in their nature,” I offered.
    â€œI’m a good woman. Why does he not love me enough to be faithful to me? I’m really a good woman.”
    â€œHoney, I don’t know. All I can say is drop him and move to the next man.”
    â€œI tried to leave him, but he begs me to come back to him and I ... and I ...,” she said with tears streaming down her cheeks again. Her quiet demeanor soon changed into uncontrollable crying. Through her weeping she continued to try to talk saying, “I believed him, and I know I’m grasping at straws, but the love I have for him makes me take him back. He professes his love to me all the time, and I ... I ...”
    â€œBelieve him,” I said completing what I think she was trying to say.
    She nodded. “I can’t take it anymore. I really can’t. He’s killing me, and he doesn’t even know it.”
    â€œLook, give me the number of a friend of yours and I’ll call them to come pick you up. I think you really need someone right now,” I said trying to convince her.
    â€œIt doesn’t matter because they can’t save me now.”
    â€œSave