After All We've Been Through
Mitchie's Point of View
June came, along with our anniversary. Shane and I haven't been this happy since our wedding. Through out the doubts I have had that we wouldn't make it to today, we did and we were both healthy and happy.
"Bye, baby. I have to go the meeting at the record company," Shane said and kissed me on the cheek.
"Don't forget the dinner reservations at 7," I said.
"I'll be home at 6 on the dot, I promise," he said.
"I love you," I said before kissing me on the lips. I tangle my fingers in his hair and held him closer. He picked me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist.
"I love you, too, but I really have to get going," he said, pulling away reluctantly. He kissed me quickly one more time before leaving.
After he left, I walked around the whole house smiling out of giddiness. I was so happy that he was okay, that we were okay, and that we were both still together. Laughing a little to myself, I started to clean the house for no reason.
Around 5 I took a quick shower then styled my hair. After a few minutes I decided to curl it. Then I got dressed in a long red dress I loved so much and that I knew Shane loved. When I was done with that, it was already 5:45. Smiling even bigger at the thought of Shane getting home soon, I quickly put on lipstick and the necklace from our wedding. Then I ran quickly out to the living room and waited.
I stood there waiting. At 6:15 he wasn't there, or at 6:30. By 7 I stormed back into the bedroom and changed into some pajamas. Wiping away my tear-smeared makeup, I glared angrily at a picture of us. I jumped on the bed and screamed into a pillow. A few minutes later there was a small knock on the front door.
"Hey," I said, seeing it was Nate and Jason, "If you're looking for Shane, he's not here."
"We know," Nate said.
"Then why are you here?" I said angrily.
"Because we don't know where Shane is," he said.
"I told you, he's not here. And I don't know where he is," I practically yelled.
"What we mean is… the police found his car in an abandoned parking lot. The driver was dead," he said sadly.
"A-and Sh-shane?" I asked, reluctant to hear if he was dead.
"All they found was a little blood on his seat but that's it," he said, "Mitchie, he's gone."
And that's it. That is the end of JSS. Again, don't expect a sequel for a while. And right now I'm going to go look at the poll and count the results but i'll give you a little longer before I decide on the sequel name.
I'm gonna focus on finishing CRCS and LM then work on getting a good way into Shelf, MTF, and IWSTFIL and my other stories before i post the sequel.
