Running back up the stairs, Jill double locked the door. She was halfway across the small apartment when she noticed that she’d splashed cat rot on her clothing and hands. After making sure the door was locked, and Katy was safe, she hopped into the shower.
Stepping out of the shower, she realized that the cat wasn’t the only message from Trevor. The steam from the shower revealed a message on the mirror.
“U BELONG TO ME”
Jill gasped. Dripping, she ran naked to Katy’s room. Scooter looked up from his post. Katy was laughing at something her doll said.
“Mommy? Why are you naked? Silly Mommy.” Katy laughed. “Mommy, what happened to your pretty long hair?”
Jill reached for her hair and found it falling off in clumps. Running back to the bathroom she saw her perfect long hair was melting in the mirror. In an effort to stop the melt, she grabbed nail scissors from the drawer and clipped her hair in ragged chunks. It had taken her all of Katy’s life to grow her hair out.
And now it was gone.
Sandy will cry when she sees this.
Feeling a burning on her back, she turned to check it in the mirror. Red blistering spots appeared on her back. She ran the shower on her back. The hair burning stuff must have been in her super-expensive-help-your-hair-grow-long-gift-from-your-best-friend special conditioner.
Reaching for towels, she saw that the hanging towels had feces mashed into them. She smiled at herself in the mirror. Outside of ‘I need a clean towel,’ Trevor never paid attention to the towels. She reached under the cabinet for a clean towel. Wrapped in two fluffy clean towels, she went into her bedroom.
Not trusting the clothes in her closet, Jill dressed in clothes she bought for dating. She was so freaked out about dating that she hid them. The skinny black jeans, thong underwear, pushup bra, and low cut top were clean.
Time to go through the apartment. Her bed had been soiled with blood. Her clothing splattered with bleach. The refrigerator she intentionally emptied was refilled with chicken and milk then unplugged. She slammed the refrigerator door against the smell.
Her television was gone as were Katy’s precious cartoon videotapes. Every photo in her albums had nasty Sharpie comments. And…
How was she going to check Katy’s room? Sticking her head in the door, she saw Katy playing and laughing.
“Mommy?” Katy looked up from her game.
“Yes, Katy-baby,” Jill said. Her eyes scanned Katy’s room for any disruption or soiling.
“I’m so glad to be home,” Katy said. “Can we stay here tonight?”
Jill opened her mouth, then closed it.
“Of course, Katy-baby. Of course.”
Jill went the kitchen where Katy couldn’t hear her. The old Jill, the one who belonged to Trevor, would have curled up into a ball and cried. For two days. At least.
But this Jill was pissed. Knowing Jacob was asleep, she called Mike.
“Yeah,” Mike said.
“I need help,” Jill said. “I’m at the apartment.”
“I’m on my way,” Mike replied.
“Katy can’t know.”
The retelling of Celia’s Puppies, Denver Cereal Volume 2, continues tomorrow…
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