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

you?” I said looking at her with a questioning gaze.
    She dropped her eyes to the floor and said, “Nobody can help me now.”
    Homegirl reached in her purse and pulled out the biggest butcher knife I had ever seen. I maybe exaggerating, but it was gigantic. I thought she was reaching for some foundation or eyeliner to get her face spruced back up—but a knife! I thought she was going to come at me with it so I jumped back. My instincts were to run out of there, but I realized she was closer to the door and I was too damn far from it. I wanted to scream, but nothing came out. Only dry air entered as my mouth remained opened sucking in air at the sight of that butcher knife. I was coming close to hyperventilating. I wanted out of there, and I was on the other side of the restroom trying to make myself disappear into the painted brick walls. Didn’t women have to pee anymore?
    Usually this door was a revolving source of women’s reactions to consuming way too many drinks or the need to freshen up their makeup. If I wanted to be in here by myself, the space would be full to capacity.
    I tried to play it cool, like I wasn’t afraid of her holding this weapon, but I didn’t know if it came across that way since I could hear myself panting like I had run a marathon. That alone confirmed my panic state.
    â€œIt doesn’t matter anymore,” she said twirling the blade, looking at it as the light hit it. Her mind had left the building, and I was looking for a window to push her out of.
    â€œJust put the knife down. What is that weapon going to solve?”
    â€œPeace. Revenge. Satisfaction,” she said with a voice so eerie I truly feared for my own safety. She seemed like the type that would take other people’s lives before she took her own.
    Dropping her purse to the floor she turned to look at me. Was she about to stab me with the knife? Fear had me glued in place, and all I could say was, “Just put the knife down. It’s not worth it.”
    â€œI’ll teach him to cheat on me,” she said serenely. She began to raise the knife in the air. I wanted to scream, but still nothing would come past my lips. Was she coming closer to me or was it my imagination working overtime?
    I managed to mumble the words, “Put the knife down,” hoping she would comply, but she just looked at me with that same blank stare she had when she walked out of the bathroom stall.
    Closing her eyes, she lifted the knife above her head. I backed away some more until I was against the wall. She then placed her other hand on the handle and whispered, “Please forgive me for what I’m about to do,” and plunged the blade.

Zacariah
    I had never seen so much blood in my life. How could so much blood come out of one skinny person? I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed in a state of panic. To see this woman plunge that enormous butcher knife into her stomach instantly made my stomach throb.
    The door opened at the time she wounded herself so another woman witnessed the attempted suicide. She did what I couldn’t do and screamed. Moments later, herds of people came scampering in and around the bathroom door while the body of the skinny chick lay on the cold tile floor. Her eyes were bulging, and she was making a gurgling sound, like she was trying to catch her breath. Blood oozed from her mouth as she continued to try to breathe. Each breath taken was a struggle, sounding like it was her last. Then she stopped moving or saying anything. Her body lay still as her hands fell from her wounded abdomen unto the floor. Her eyes were still open. Is she dead? I thought, and Why would she do something like this to herself ?
    Several bouncers pushed their way through the crowd to get to what everybody was looking at. Once they saw her lying on the floor, one of them kneeled down beside her to feel her neck for a pulse, but he said he couldn’t feel anything. Another came over wanting