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 Page A

she couldn’t make out what was being said. All she knew was that the rain was coming down and the dirt was flying all around her head. Suddenly, when the rain stopped, Carmella sat back, looked around as if she were lost and searching for something or someone.
    Nelson was standing behind her. Cautiously, he asked, “Carmella, are you okay?”
    “Did you fix the faucet?” she asked in a hollow, out-of-tune voice.
    He inched toward her.
    Carmella looked down at herself. The dirt and mud mingled with the soft fabric of her off white cashmere sweater. It was one of her favorite sweaters. She began screaming, “Why is all this dirt on me? Did you push me?” she yelled at Nelson as she got up and began chasing him around the yard with a crazed look in her eye. “How could you? How could you? You’ve dirtied my favorite sweater.”
    She lunged at him, but he stepped out of the way. “What’s wrong with you, Carmella? You’re acting crazy.”
    “I’m acting crazy?” She found a large stick in the yard and picked it up. “You ruin my best sweater… one I probably won’t be able to replace, and then you claim I’m the crazy one?” She swung at him.
    “Stop this and go home, Carmella. Someone is going to get hurt,” he screamed as he cowered on the other side of his silver Mercedes.
    “Looks like you’re the one who’s going to get hurt, you cheating dog,” the woman from across the street yelled, enjoying the show.
    Carmella swung the stick. “Why aren’t you home?” she asked as the stick missed Nelson, but connected with the hood of his car.
    Nelson yelped as if he had been hit, and attempted to rub the dent away. But when Carmella swung again, he had no choice but to bob and weave and let his car take whatever blows came its way.
    Sirens were going off as Carmella swung from left to right at Nelson’s head. But Carmella hadn’t heard anything. She felt like one of those women on Snapped, because she wanted to draw blood and she didn’t care whose blood it was. All she knew was that somebody had to pay for what had happened to her life.
    Nelson fell back, Carmella then stood over him, paying no heed to the officers that approached. Carmella went somewhere inside of herself, hiding from all the pain that loving someone who didn’t love her back brought. She lifted her arm for one more go at batting practice.
    One police officer grabbed her arm. Carmella tried to jerk it back. She yelled at the officer to leave her alone and let her finish. “Nelson needed discipline.”
    The officer swung her to the ground. Carmella didn’t even feel the impact. She laughed, and kept on laughing because her mind had taken her to a happy place… a place of peace. A place where she, Nelson and the kids frolicked on the sandy beach and Jasmine was nowhere in sight.
     

     
     
    6
    Instead of being hauled off to jail for assault, the police officer decided to take Carmella to the hospital. Nelson had her placed on a seventy-two hour hold so she could be evaluated. But Carmella was in such hysterics when they brought her in that she had to be medicated. She was now despondent and only wanted to sleep… sleep her life away. Carmella had no idea how much time had passed since she’d first come to that place or what was happening to her. She was only slightly aware of the people that came in and out of her room. She couldn’t focus. Carmella was powerless to do anything to help herself. So she woke in sadness, napped in sorrow and by night fall she had cried so much that she pretty much bathed in her own tears.
    “I’m not going to just let you lay here and ignore us.” Rose stood on the side of her friend’s hospital bed with a take charge look on her face.
    Someone was talking to her, but her head was so foggy she couldn’t make out what was being said, or who was saying it.
    Rose put her hand on Carmella’s arm and shook her. “Snap out of it, girl. Nelson Marshall isn’t worth all of this.”
    Nelson? Did