From bad to worse

My entire body deflated as I stared at the screen of my phone. The tiny blip of relief I felt when James told my mother off dissipated almost instantly the second photos started popping up on my screen.

“I don’t even want to look,” I groaned, placing my forehead against the cool, linoleum tabletop. If my mother was calling; It wasn’t good. The only time she ever called me anymore was when it had something to do with the Red image.

James snatched my phone from the table and I watched his anger turn to shock and then back to anger.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?”

Personally, I don’t care at the moment about my image. The meds that Joan has been giving me have kept my pain at a minimum and my mind and body loose as a goose. My mind is ingrained with the need to please my mother, but I don’t have the energy to do it today.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” James roared, his voice moving between a shout and a deep growl.

“What does it say now? I’ve turned to stripping because my husband is walking out o