Drunk in Love 3: An Original Love Story Read Online Free PDF

hand. He’d lost his mind in just the blink of an eye and could never go back to the person he once was. People would never respect or look at him the same again. He was torn up inside more than anybody would ever know. His heart hurt for a woman that didn’t love him anymore. And, his wife was possibly dead due to his selfish beliefs and not knowing how to handle being bitten back. KARMA had certainly eased in to teach him a mean lesson about life. It was now a lesson that made him think about wanting to take his own life. That thought quickly vanished when it dawned on him that he didn’t even have his gun anymore to complete the act if he wanted to.
    “Oh shit,” he whispered. The gun was indeed his and registered under his name. If they found it, it would trace right back to him without a doubt.
    He had mixed emotions of anger and disappointment fueling his system. “I have really fucked this up.” He sniveled. Even thinking about all the wrong he’d done over the years with Felisha didn’t compare to the most thoughtless acts of them all, murder in the first degree. He could be going to prison for the rest of his life. A place he knew that he didn’t belong at. He was a well educated, business man with money, not to mention eye candy that could have any woman that he wanted.
    Why would I act like such a fool over this when I’d done so much worse to her? He pondered to himself while continuing to cry. All of a sudden, something happened that snapped Mark out of his misery.
    BOOM…!!! BOOM…!!! BOOM…!!!
     

Chapter 3
     
    Three banging knocks were heard at the door instantly pulling Mark out of the lost depressive state that he’d allowed himself to dwell in. He quickly cleared his throat and dried his eyes.
    “YEA,” he called out like whoever was knocking was disturbing a good shit he was having, and then he cleared his throat again.
    “Are you alright in there?” The heavy voiced asked.
    “YEA,” Mark responded. He got up off of the floor and dusted himself off, at the same as flushing the toilet. He had gotten so caught up in his feelings that he didn’t’ realize how loud his cries could’ve been to someone standing on the outside waiting to come in.
    He exited the stall, turning on the sink water and splashing a bit of it on his face. Looking in the mirror, he’d noticed his eyes were red as hot balls and it looked like the devil was staring back at him. Quickly, he shook his head, trying to scatter the ugly thoughts that were plaguing him.
    “Get it together, Mark.” He told himself as he dried his face and hands then headed out of the restroom. The second the door was open, he was greeted by the cop again. This time his face seemed more pleasant and concerned.
    “You alright, buddy?” He questioned after hearing Mark’s hurls as he vomited and wept inside the restroom.
    “Uh yeah,” Mark responded. The sweat beaded on his forehead as a lump formed in his throat. “I’m good, officer. Thanks for asking.” Mark headed towards the front counter with the cop following closely behind him. This only made him more nervous. He looked at the short, light skin lady behind the counter and tensely smiled at her while pulling his wallet out of the back pocket of his Tru Religion Jeans.
    “What can I get you today?” She asked since he didn’t have anything in his hand. He was certainly a good looking man and she’d already scoped out his ride prior to him entering the store. My kinda man, she thought with a flirtatious smile as she waited on his response.
    Mark went to grab one of his credit cards, but thought about those being traced. He then looked back at the cop that was waiting in line behind him. Damn, what’s his problem? He questioned himself. Finally, he pulled out a hundred dollar bill and handed it to the lady. “I’ll take fifty dollars on pump two.”
    “I got’cha,” the lady said still smiling and popping on her gum. He really wanted to say keep the change because he