Tears Fall at Night-The Blessed One Box Set (Praise Him Anyhow and Blessed and Highly Favored Series) by Vanessa Miller Read Free Book Online

mistress, she gagged as she tried to hold down vomit that threatened to spill over. She pressed her finger on the buzzer. When no one answered the door, she leaned on the buzzer. Someone looked out the blinds and then quickly closed them. “You might as well open the door,” Carmella started screaming, not caring who heard her. “I want my husband out of this house right now.”
    When they still didn’t open the door, she turned and started shouting towards the neighboring houses. “That’s right, everybody. You’ve got an adultery-committing judge and his slimy teenaged slut living in this house right here.” She pointed towards Nelson’s house. “My husband’s girlfriend used to come to my house with my daughter for evening and holiday meals. So if you women on this block know what’s good for you, you’ll watch your men, and you won’t let this hussy in your house for sugar or a crust of bread.” Carmella was jabbing a finger toward Nelson’s door with every word.
    The door opened and Nelson rushed out. “Now that’s enough, Carmella.”
    She swung around to face him. “I just got started, so don’t get in my way unless you want me to get in my car and run your no good, cheating behind over.”
    “Why are you doing this in front of our home?” Jasmine asked as she stepped out of the house but kept her distance from Carmella.
    Carmella’s arms were swinging wildly, the pliers in her hand almost connected with Nelson’s jaw as she told Jasmine, “Oh, so you can come to my house and steal my husband, but I can’t come over here and let the people know who they have in their neighborhood.”
    Jasmine’s hand went to her hip. “Why do you think anyone would care that you can’t keep a man?”
    “Oh, I can keep a man. I kept him for twenty-five years, until you brought your man-stealing self to my house.” Carmella pointed at her as she walked toward her. “You’re just as bad as a pedophile. People ought to put your picture on their refrigerator and warn their men not to walk past this house.”
    “Shut up, Carmella. You’re making a fool of yourself,” Nelson screamed at her.
    “Better I do it, than continue to let you do it,” she told him as she swung back his way. She was just about in tears, but standing her ground.
    “What do you want, Carmella?” Nelson asked as he turned and spotted the neighbors peeping through their windows and the ones who were bold enough, were just standing on their porches watching.
    She handed him the pliers, and said in an almost begging tone, “I want you to come home so you can fix the faucet. It’s dripping again.”
    Jasmine let out a great big belly laugh as she swung her long hair around and then said, “You’re pathetic. No wonder Nelson doesn’t want you anymore.”
    “Don’t you talk to me!” Carmella screamed as she lunged at Jasmine.
    The lady across the street yelled, “Get her! I’ve got a baseball bat over here if you really want to break her from stealing.”
    Carmella pulled Jasmine down to the ground and grabbed hold of her hair.
    “That’s right. Pull that weave out of her man-stealing head,” another woman said as she stood on her porch, punching at the air as if she were in the fight against the woman who stole her man.
    “Help me, Nelson,” Jasmine screamed as she tried to defend herself against each blow that Carmella sent her way.
    “Now C-Carmella, s-stop acting foolish.” Nelson tried to pull his wife off of his mistress, but failed miserably. He then stepped around the side of the house and turned on the sprinklers.
    Carmella felt the water and thought it was rain. The grip she had on Jasmine’s hair slipped and Jasmine got up and ran back into the house. But Carmella stayed on the ground, punching and beating it if as she were still on top of Jasmine. She had no mercy as her hands continued to punish the ground beneath her.
    “Get up, Carmella. Stop this,” Nelson yelled.
    Someone was talking behind her, but