Mother Hen

    "I don't know what you are talking about, Mr Ford and please, I have got kids and I am a mom. I have done all that you have asked me to do so you better stick to your own end of the bargain. Stop pestering me. If you think sending your rude of a guard to come here will scare me then you are a fool. Just know that I am a mother hen, I will not let people like you to harm the ones I love"

There was silence on his end.

After what seemed like forever he spoke up.

"I don't take threats from women and I never said I was going to keep the end of the bargain. As the mother hen you are, it's a wise choice if you will prepare and get your ass here for dinner tonight. If not, those things you cherish will be gone like the wing. Don't keep me waiting"

  With that he hung up. I stared at my phone, unable to believe what had just happened. He threatened to destroy everything that matters to me. It was almost enough to make me lose control of my feelings again. I turned off my phone and shoved it into my bag. Harrison is not a joker and he doesn't dish empty threats. I will just have to go see him tonight and know what he is up to and most importantly, what he wants. Of course, he had mentioned it earlier but I just want to be sure that he is not going out of his mind. 

  I was desperately in need of air and the only way to get it is to paint. Maybe when I am done, I will go talk to Michael. He is also stressing me with his behavior. I don't know what has come over him?

  I dropped my bag and headed to my painting room. I made sure to include it when the sketch of this house was made and it's the next door after the bathroom.

  Mitchell paints too so we both use the room.

  I pulled the door open and walked in closing the door behind me.

  By the time I am done, I will feel better and be in the right frame of mind. That modafucker will not ruin my afternoon.

Tasha's point of view.....

   I slumped on the floor with the bottle of wine I had taken on my way to the bedroom. There was nothing else I could do right now but to drink to clear my mind. I need to get hold of how my heart is breaking and drinking will be the antidote. 

    I took a sip, savoring its sweet taste and closed my eyes. A single tear rolled down my cheek and I reached to rub it away with the back of my hand. I couldn't afford to cry. Not when there is nothing to cry about. My life is a mess and I can't clean it up, no matter how hard I try. There is always a consequence to every action of mine. 30 years and I am this miserable. How long will it be like this?

I don't know anymore.

   The thought made me sob harder and my head thumped against the wall and I opened my eyes.

    I finished the bottle of wine and opened the second, emptying it faster than before. I put aside the glass bottle and rested my head on the wooden desk top. Closing my eyes tight, my body trembled. I took a couple of deep breaths trying to control the tears and the trembling. When my breathing had returned to normal, I picked up my empty bottles and stood up.

I looked around the room, everything was like I left them except myself.

  My large bedroom looked so beautiful and my bed calls me to it. I staggered towards it, I was obviously drunk.

 I chuckled at my steps as I continued to walk towards the bed. Getting to it,I let go of the empty bottles and they shattered to the ground. I ignored the shattering sound and dived to the bed but I never made it to the bed when I felt an arm around my waist. I turned quickly and saw Tracy looking at me.

  "Hey big bro,what are you doing here?

I slurred and frantically tried removing his arm around my waist. He wouldn't budge and held me tighter.

"Why are you doing this to yourself, huh?"

I tried to loosen his grip but he refused to let me go. "Let go of me Tracy!"

He shook his head and let me go. I landed on the bed groaning. I asked him to let me go, not to throw me on the bed.

   "Tsk tsk tsk, what am I saying?"

I thought, closing my eyes but not for long because the next thing I felt was something wet dropping on my back. I shut my eyes open to see what is going on. Tracy was pouring water on my back. That did the magic. I instantly became sober, I was drunk but not too drunk.

  "What the hell are you doing, Tracy. Do you realize that I am on my bed?"

  I flared up.