From the Inside Flap
I stare at him, all my fingers threaded through my hair, my mind muddled and trying to make sense of everything.
"This is not happening," I mutter. "Can't be happening!" Then I notice Bradley holding her hand. My best friend's hand. With both of his. It's happening.
At this point, I should be furious with him, with her, with the entire deception. I should yell at her, hurl abuse, even threaten to kill her. But I'm numb with shock and disbelief. I sink deep into my hospital chair, and fight the urge to rock. "Where...do...I go with the children?"
"Well, that's been taken care of. They will stay with Scarlett and me. But you can see them -"
I leap to my feet. "No!"
"--whenever you want to."
"I will not let you take my children, Bradley."
"Rival, it's all done." His voice - he's using the same tone he uses on our little girls when they're being unreasonable.
"Done?" I feel a stab of panic. "What do you mean by done?"
"Oh, for crying out loud!" Scarlett interrupts, "Rival, the courts -"
"Don't speak," I warn, my index finger raised in the air, my eyes fixed on Bradley's face.
"Don't SPEAK!" I repeat.
Bradley quickly stands in front of Scarlett, his arms outstretched in a protective gesture.
"Rival, listen: the court have appointed me sole custodian after you were charged with child negligence. All your visits have to be supervised."
"What!" I blink rapidly. "Supervised visits? Me?"
"Well, Rival," Scarlett says, "you've a drug habit--"
"Shut UP, Scarlett!" I snarl.
"--and the last thing we want to do is to endanger--"
Everything happens so quickly. One minute I am asking Scarlett to shut up, the next I have her on the floor, beating her head with the heavy-duty stapler from my doctor's desk. There's blood all over the floor and all over me.
Both Bradley and the doctor are unable to pull me off Scarlett, and I beat her head like a drum. It takes six men in white to pull me off the woman who stole my husband, my children, my life.
"Let me go!" I yell. "I need to speak to my husband!"
They won't let me. I scream and kick at Scarlett's rescuers. When they restrain my hands, I bite them - sink my teeth into their forearms, chest and legs. Where I get my strength from, I have no idea, but I am suddenly so strong, it takes nine men, including two security guards in the end, to physically restrain my body and head.
"BRADLEY!" I scream. "Don't do this to me!"
I get no response from my husband.
"Bradley!" Frustrated, I start to spit on the men.
That's when they place a lace hood over my face, a strait jacket over my body and throw me into a padded cell where no one can hear me scream. That doesn't stop me from screaming and hurling abuse. But when I start to bang my head against the door, they re-enter the room, surround me, and inject me. The last thing I see before my eyes shut is the image of my husband holding my best friend's hands. With both of his. Don't do this to me, Bradley. Please don't do this to me. Please ...