No Going Back by Erika Ashby Read Free Book Online

flew over a 1,000 miles to talk Seth out of marrying that woman. The woman who I’m sure has a trick card up her sleeve. Even though Seth broke my heart all over again, I pray that he calls her on her freaking bluff. As hurt and pissed off as I am at him, I’d hate for him to get stuck with that sleazy woman for no damn reason.
    I don’t have anyone when I return home. No one to pick me up from the airport. No one waiting for me to walk through the door of my house. Absolutely fucking no one. I’ve never felt more alone than I do now walking into this dark empty house of mine that my grandma had left me when she died. She was the only family to ever truly love me, and she had to die. If only she was alive, she’d know what to do. She’d have the advice I’m so desperate to hear. She’d probably tell me something like, “Don’t pay no mind to that boy honey. He isn’t worth all this pain you’re feeling. Especially now that you have a baby on the way. You have to push all your thoughts and feelings to the side and focus on that lil bundle of joy growing inside your belly. You need to be sending nothing but good vibes to that lil girl.”
    A girl. I’m having a girl. Just like I said. That thought instantly puts a smile on my face. I make sure to lock the front door before making my way to my bathroom for a much needed bubble bath. As the water and bubbles fill up the old porcelain tub, my phone rings. As I expect, it’s Jesika. I’m assuming she’s calling to make sure I made it home just fine.
    “Hey Jes.”
    “Hey,” she says with a lingering sad tone. “Did you make it home okay?”
    I sigh, remembering the hour long layover I had in Dallas. “Yeah, sure. Well, besides my layover it was fine. I slept pretty much the whole way home which was nice. You know how much I love riding on planes,” I say sarcastically.
    “Okay, I just wanted to check to see how you were doing. Apparently a lot of shit hit the fan here while I was taking you to the airport. It’s been pretty crazy. I’ll tell you all about it when we get back. We’re coming home the day after tomorrow.”
    “I can’t wait to see ya, but I don’t think I really want to hear anything about what happened. I’m pretty sure my ‘ give a shit’ scale was just broken beyond repair today. It’s time for me to keep looking forward with my life. I can’t keep grasping to the chances of things turning out the way I would want them to. From now on I’m putting my baby’s needs above everything…even my own needs when it comes to the men department.” And that’s the truth.

    I head to work bright and early. Work seriously blows these days. The customers piss me off and it takes every fiber of strength not to yell at these people to shove their phone up their ass and then call me back and tell me how it felt. I’ve been here for too damn long now to go and screw up the best job I’ve ever had. The world’s economy nowadays is a complete joke as is. I’d never be able to find another job with the pay I make and the benefits I receive. This is the one place I have learned to tame my tongue — to suck it up and sound fake as shit. The training has actually come in handy a few times recently. So for that, thank you lame ass customer service job.
    The nice customers actually make my job worth it. The ones who truly appreciate your help, so very different from the ones who get pissed off and yell at you because they can’t afford their fucking car payment. Hey dude! I could have told ya that you couldn’t afford an Escalade when you’re living off food stamps!
    Dumbass.
    There are seriously people like that in the world. They screw the system over repeatedly so they can keep up with their outer image. It’s like, ‘Hell yeah I’m trailer trash, but you can be damn sure my ride will be pimp’ — 20 inch rims included. Rollin’ on dubs . Now don’t get me wrong, I am not knocking people who live in trailers by any means. Hell, I grew