I shoved the key into the lock, and pushed open the door. I shut it behind me, as I kicked my shoes off next to the dining room table.
The house was dead. Dishes were piled in the sink, forgotten clothes in piles on the floor. I didn't have the heart to take down the pictures of Clare and I, so they still hung on the walls, dusting collecting on top of the golden frames. I sat down on the couch, and turned on the TV, hoping the dim glow would help the room feel more at home.
Clare had yet to come home. If she could even call this house her home anymore. I had called her mother, just to make sure she was safe. Apparently she had not told her mother why she had left, just that we had broken up, otherwise shouldn't have been so eager to give out her location.
She was staying with Alli and Dave for the past few weeks, but was apartment shopping. I called her cell once or twice, but she hadn't answered. I have left only one voicemail so far, apologizing and begging her to come home.
She never called back.
I glanced at the ticking clock above the door. It read 5:34. My therapist appointment was at 6. I had to leave now, or I was going to end up late.
I walked out of the therapist's office and into the plain, bland waiting room. The bottle of pills rattled in my hands, and I felt myself smile. I was getting help. I was getting help, and when I was completely better, and only then, I would go and see Clare. I would apologize profusely, getting on my knees and begging if I had to, to come back home to me.
I would take her hand and pull her to my chest until I felt our heartbeats connect and beat to together. Then I would kiss her, sweetly and gently, not the normal, invasive and bruising kisses I gave her when I was angry.
We would go home together and then we would make beautiful, passionate love until she completely forgave me. We would never fight again; I would treat her like the perfect angel she is. I would never get mad at her, or jealous, or possessive, or anything that would upset her. We would have the perfect, picket-fence life we always planned. I promised her I would change, and this is me, keeping that promise.
The monster was changing into the knight in shining armor. And that knight was going to rescue the princess.
A/N: I finally decided to update! So sorry it took so long, but I've been sick, school has started again, and friend drama beyond belief. Believe me; it takes a lot out of you.
Anyway, this was supposed to be a one-shot, but someone wanted me to continue it. So I did, I'm planning at least 3 more chapters. Hopefully they will be updated regularly, but no promises!
Thanks for reading! Please review!