Since I’ve been on the road the last couple of weeks and have written very little (and I had to make an unplanned trip to town this morning), I’ve decided to give you another taste of my recently “benched” WIP, “Armoth Ridge” for this week’s snippet.
FAIR WARNING: This is taken from the first creative draft (before any edits or corrections) so be ready for some rough writing! 😉
He came home one Friday night after he made Ted take him to another strip bar in Tulsa. He got kicked out again for getting pushy with the dancers (who, of course, wanted nothing to do with him now that he was broke). Dave tore through the door ready for another good round with his “so-called, loving wife” because she had a hard time making love to him after his nights out like this and would, no doubt, be slightly less than cooperative this evening as well.
He almost fell back out the door as soon as he opened it. “What the…” He stood there wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open. The last thing he wanted to do in this condition was call the cops, but it looked like he would have to — Someone had broken in and stolen all his stuff!
After what seemed like an eternity, he finally walked through the entryway and into the living room. Looked around at the mess that was once his home. Well, Jo Lynn was never much of a housekeeper but she never left it this bad! He turned around and his head started to spin, and not because of the booze. “Why the hell didn’t they take any of this stuff?!” he said to the entertainment system as if it would answer him. Almost as soon as he finished asking, the answer hit him like a sledgehammer.
“THAT BITCH! After all I’ve done for her she thinks she can just up and leave?”
He took the twelve pack of cheap beer he had bought on the way home and hurled it at the entertainment center with a howling scream that should have broken the glass before the beer did. “You are NOT going to get away with this!” he yelled as he started looking for his car keys.
They only had two cars that ran now. Jo had bought an old VW bug for five hundred dollars about a year ago with money she had saved behind Dave’s back for just that purpose. She told him that Regi had gotten it for free from a relative and they didn’t need it so she offered it to Jo at no cost. She knew Dave would go ballistic if he thought she was holding out on him. Dave had his Chevelle. It was no longer the sweet looking ride that it used to be, and although it was still loud, it wasn’t because he had a killer exhaust system anymore. It was the lack of one because of age and rust.
“Where in the hell did I put those keys?”
They were nowhere to be found. He tore through the house looking for them for another ten minutes or so before deciding to just walk to Mark and Regi’s place to see if she was there. He stormed out of the house and down the walk, past the mailbox and down the road. The fire in his eyes was so bright as he stomped down the shoulder, he never saw the glint of moonlight reflecting off his keys where Jo had tossed them out of the Volkswagen window about two miles down the two lane country road.
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