When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 14

Chapter 14



The day after, Brenda told me she had sorted everything out, and that was when I realized she was supposed to leave early that morning.

"Melanie, I've wanted to talk to you about this for a while," she started, her voice laced with a hint of hesitation. "But I was worried about how it might affect your recovery. I was on the fence about taking Rocky with me. I only went through with the paperwork because I thought, what if you couldn't take care of him?"

Brenda's son had been urging her to move to Aurorea for the longest time, but she was in a dilemma because she was concerned for me and Rocky. To speed up her departure, her family even shelled out more cash.

I insisted on giving her the money, but she shook her head at me. "Sweetheart, I know things haven't been easy for you. Which family around here is short on cash? Only you."

My financial struggles and my poverty were an open secret in our neighborhood. Clyde bringing women home was no news to anyone. To them, I was a pitiful, tragic figure.

I never hid my troubles but also never spoke of them voluntarily.

Maybe only Clyde thought he was being super good to me, what with all the money he'd given me, more than a lot of folks could bring in their whole lives.

Leaving the airport and watching the planes overhead, I didn't know where Rocky was, but I knew he'd be well-cared for and have a long, happy life. Returning home to the empty house, it felt devoid of warmth. Despite it being summer, the place was chilling to the bone.

medication with more chemotherapy sessions in

my room, lying in bed, I thought about how starting work the next day might help shake off

of alcohol, climbed into bed, startling me awake. "Babe, why didn't

drunk, his head bobbing against my shoulder, his voice carrying a tone

away, but he was pressing down on my sore spots without realizing it. "Babe, why have you lost so

and have some. Eating more will

It was from the cheapest bakery near our school, always bustling but not particularly good. I always chose the least expensive options to

but take a sip. It tasted terrible, all artificial flavor. But I smiled genuinely for the first

you're stuck with me. No talking about divorce, okay? Who

drinking because I mentioned divorce

came, tentative at first, but soon, I returned them passionately, feeling as if my heart was finally complete. He carefully laid me on the

want him to see my wounds, nor did I want to be

me, confused, and

on the pillow. He frowned slightly, picking it up and squinting at me. "Baby, is your aftergy gone? I'll get

No more distractions for

in my head, my blood running cold. The allergy wasn't

slapped hard on his face, leaving

at me

to the door, gasping for breath. "Get out, you