You could be on the bad side, but still real close to the good, or you could be on the good side and just one step from doing something really really bad. Today – Paradise Beacon motel parking lot, just outside Bowley “Come on, you goddamn cock-sucker,” she whispered, barely even blinking as she sat in her dark car and watched the door to room 5. She’d been crying earlier in the evening, crying more than she’d ever cried before, but now she was dry-eyed and determined. Now she had a plan. “Mummy, can we go home?” “Soon,” she replied, not even turning to look at Lucy in the back seat. “Mummy, I’m tired.” “I know, just…” She paused, letting her voice trail off for a moment as she imagined the door to room 5 opening and Bob – lying, cheating, skirt-chasing Bob – stepping out with his arms around that little bitch’s waist. For a moment, she allowed the image to fill her soul, to consume her every thought and bring boiling rage rising through her body until she was almost trembling with anger, until she was almost ready to storm out of the car and go knock on that door and bring the bastard out, and then make him pay for every single humiliation.
