“Hope you get better Wilson. I better go back to the restaurant,” said Michaelis.
I still have a faint hope that I’m wrong and that Myrtle isn’t cheating on me. If she is, then it must be with Michaelis. Deep inside me, I truly never trusted that man. Well soon enough both of us are going to leave this place and move west with the money I make from selling Tom’s car. He truly is trust worthy, even helping me by giving me the car I have been asking for a long time now.
I started on my way to bed when Myrtle left her room. I tried to stop her from leaving the house but it all ended in me and her fighting. I couldn’t stand it any longer, the fatigue that I have been feeling since earlier and now a fight with the person I had loved the most. I couldn’t stop myself in time, I hit her. If there was a time that I would want to erase from my life it would be right then and there. I felt more pain in hitting her than she did. I truly believed that.
“Beat me!” she said. “Throw me down and beat me you dirty little coward!”
I didn’t even try to stop her; I just stood there and listened to her last words.
