LEZZIE-ASON CHAPTER FIFTEEN

"Oh my God!" I screamed.
"What is it?" May asked, coming over.
"It's divorce papers," I told her.
"The swine," she replied. "It looks like he can't wait to get rid of you. What are you going to do about it?"
I put the papers on the table. I thought about it. "I will sign them," I said, eventually. "BGut not yet. I'll bide my time."
Two hours later, the phone rang.
"Do you get them?" Gerry asked, immediately after I picked the phone up.
"If you mean the divorce papers, yes, I got them."
"Well, can you hurry up and sign them. Tom and I want to move to his place up North, and I want the divorce out of the way before we go."
'You mean you want me out of the way,' I thought to myself, bitterly. Out loud, I said: "Yeah, oklay, I'll get on it right away."
I didn't get on it right away. I left it for a couple of days. Gerry rang a couple of days later, asking if I'd signed yet. I left it then. And the next time Gerry rang, I left it as well. After the third time Gerry rang, I signed them. And then he called yet again the next day.
"Yes, Gerry, I've done it now. Come on over to pick them up."
It seemed like Gerry couldn't wait. Half an hour after the phone was hung up, there was a knock at the door.
"Have you got them?" He asked, as soon as the door was open.
"Hang on, I'll just go get them."
I'd left them on the kitchehn counter, but I decided to make Gerry wait a little longer. I feigned searching. Looking in all the cupboards, opening and shutrting the drawers. After ten minutes of 'searching', I went back into the hallway. Gerry was cursing to himself; the fact I was taking so long.
"I'm so sorry," I told him. "I can't find them."
"I'll come back tomorrow," he said. "And you better have them ready. Otherwise, I'll make you wish you'd never been born."
He turned and left, slamming the front door shut behind him.
I went back into the kitchen. I opened a drawer and took out the lighter that belonged to May. It was a bright red job. May didn't actually smoke, she used it for emergencies only, like when the electricity had gone out. I opened up the back door and, picking up the papers on the way, went into the garden.
I flicked the lighter until the little blue flame spurted. I held the papers underneath until they started to singe. I dropped them to the floor and stamped on them, until there was no trace left of them. Feeling satisfied with the good job I'd commited, I went back inside, putting the lighter back and shutting the drawer again.

We learnt that Gerry and Tom had moved up North already the next day. I was pleased to hear they'd gone already, but also surprised that the divorce hadn't even been sorted out yet. Perhaps Gerry was adament he wasn't going to wait around for me, got some more divoce papers and had forged my signature?
I had guessed right, because on the evening of the same day, I'd got a phone call from Gerry saying he'd done exactly that. And then he told me something else. Something very chilling that after he hung up, I called to May.
"What is it?" She asked, coming into the living-room.
"May. We have to go!"
"Go? What do you mean? Where?"
"We have to leaver! We need to go on the run!"

Find out what happens next in Chapter Sixteen...