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.

up my nutrition and take my medication with more chemotherapy sessions in the pipeline.

about how starting work the next day might help shake off this feeling of loneliness. Before I knew it, I had drifted off to

bed, startling

against my shoulder,

why have you lost

continued, "I bought you some cupcakes and iced coffee. Come on. Get up and have some. Eating more will

It was from the cheapest bakery near our school, always

couldn't help but take a sip. It tasted terrible, all artificial flavor. But I smiled genuinely for the first time in what felt

you're stuck with me. No talking

drinking because I mentioned divorce

my heart was finally complete. He carefully laid me on the bed, his hand creeping under

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

at me, confused,

a dog hair on the pillow. He frowned slightly, picking it up and squinting at me. "Baby, is your

No more distractions for

felt as if something exploded in my head, my blood running cold. The allergy wasn't

my strength, I slapped hard on his face,

sober, looking at me with

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