Third little snippet from Heavenly Revenge. Hope you’re enjoying it!
Hurt and that terrible agony had clutched at her again. She had stared at Josh in silent horror as she absorbed his cruel words. He had stepped into his jeans and, with difficulty, zipped them. A roll of fat spilled over the waistband. She’d never noticed that before.
“I mean,” he had continued, a sneer marring the boyish handsomeness of his face, “for God’s sake, look at you. The only time you don’t wear track pants and a T-shirt is when you’re up on stage performing. And look at your hair—always shoved underneath that stupid baseball cap.”
She’d lost the ability to breathe. Her mouth dry, she had stammered, “But…I thought…you said you loved me.”
Josh had rolled his eyes. “For God’s sake, Rose, grow up. We had sex. That’s all it was.”
She was proud of her response. It had been dignified. Aloof. “I’ll see you up on stage in a minute. You’re still not getting the introduction right, and the start of the third movement, when you come in with the orchestra, sounds terrible.”
He was lucky she hadn’t flown at him and gouged great runnels down his sneering, arrogant face.
As Rose became aware of her surroundings once more, she felt the moisture trickling from her eyes and fiercely wiped her face with the back of her hand. She hadn’t cried since she was a child. With her lips pursed, Wilma seemed to find something on the ground absorbing. But Lily, her eyes also brimming with tears, reached for Rose and enclosed her in a soft, comforting embrace.
“He was a bastard, wasn’t he?” Rose whispered, resting her head against Lily’s chubby shoulder.
Lily nodded vehemently. “Yes dear—though we don’t like to use that word here.”