Free The Daughter in Law by Jordan Silver Page A

gonna take Damien to realize that I’d been kicked
out of the hospital?
    It wasn’t that long because ten
minutes later I saw him coming. I tried to gage his mood from his facial
expression but that was a bust because the aviators he had on hid his beautiful
stone grey eyes. I guess I got my answer when he slammed the door as he got in.
My stomach started to twist and turn again and I was back to inhaling my
cuticles.
    “What the fuck happened in there?”
    “Um…”
    “None of your bullshit Vanessa I want the truth out of you.”
    “What?” I started crying and I hadn’t even started telling
him yet. Why was he acting like I’d been lying to him or something? “She was
mean to me and pin. She was saying horrible stuff and…”
    “So you thought it was okay to
put your hands on her? That’s unacceptable, I wouldn’t let her do it to you and
I won’t let you do it to her. You owe her an apology.”
    My chest was
concaved from me crying so hard. This was so unfair. Okay maybe I shouldn’t
have hit her, but couldn’t he see how her pushing and provoking might lead me
to do that? He had some other choice things to say about my behavior and I sat
there like a child and let the words rain down like blows. I’d never felt so
hurt and miserable in my life.
    I listened as
all the work I’d done in the last few weeks unraveled, because the spawn of
Satan had convinced him somehow that it was my fault that she was suicidal.
Luckily for me, I had a what the fuck moment right then and there in that parking lot. I dug down deep for the girl I use to be before I ever met
this ass wipe and his family from the cast of a real trailer trash Jerry
Springer show. I was remembering the girl that use to kick ass on the streets
of Bensonhurst Brooklyn. The one who didn’t take shit
from anybody because her daddy would level them , and
their grandpa if they fucked with his baby girl. What the fuck had ever
happened to her?
    My mind started racing because I
knew this was a pivotal moment right here.
    “Fuck you. Fuck you and your
prune faced bitch of a sea hag mother, and fuck your rot crotch slag of a
sister. Take the apology you think she deserves, roll it up fine and shove it
back in your mother’s vajayjay where apparently you
just decided to go back to.” His mouth was hanging open like a landed trout.
    I got out of the car cool as you
please, fuck him; pin and I will just find our way to New York, he could stay
here with the toxic waste.
    “Vanessa get the fuck back in the car now.”
    I kept waking because I was so
done. I had no idea where I was going but I had money, I could call a cab to
take me to the airport. Shit my carry on was in the trunk. Thank heaven that’s
all the luggage we’d taken because I’d planned to shop in the city and I needed
the room. Oh well that was shot now.
    The idiot man got out and wrestled
me back into the car. I didn’t say a word to him even when he was staring holes
in my head. Then he really lost his shit and started pounding his fists into
the steering wheel. I buffed my nails.
    “Take me to the airport please.”
    “What? we can’t go now we’ve missed
our flight.”
    “My mom got us new ones, you can stay here if you want but
me and pin are going.”
    “Vanessa…”
    “Just because you stuck your
head back up your mother’s snatch doesn’t mean I have to.   Now either you take me or I call a cab.”
He punched the wheel again and pulled off.

 
 
    I was so
scared and sick on the way there I didn’t know what to think. If he didn’t come
with me I knew I was going to be mad at him for a long long time. It really stuck in my craw that she’d won after all. I hated her so much
in that moment it was hard to believe. When we got back to the parking dock I
got out to of the car and got my carry-on after he popped the trunk. “Wait.” I
stood next to the trunk and waited as he came around and got his.
    I took my
first easy breath. Then he put his hand in the small