I woke up to find her side of the bed cold. I reached out, trying to see
where she was. I groggily listened and opened my eyes. The house was still.
Quiet, calm, except for me. Where could she be? I propped myself up on my
elbow and looked around. The entire bedroom was very very empty.
I got up, and slug my legs off of the bed. I stood up shakily, trying to think of where she might be. I threw on my robe, and went downstairs. It was empty. I was terrified, and angry. Had she left me again? Just when things were going so well? How could she? She loved me, she'd said as much.
But where was she? I walked to the front door and realized that it was open. Even the last time she left, she'd closed it. I ran my hand across the wood, and felt a few new grooves. No, they were new, they hadn't been there before. What happened to her? All anger I felt dissipated, making me feel even more terrified.
I walked back, and caught the piece of paper, that was left haphazardly on the counter. On it was scrawled the letter "J." In that second, I felt all the terror return back to anger. Not anger, hatred. Hatred for John. He took her, against her will. Against my will. I quickly went back to my bedroom and changed into an outfit, and set off for John's house.
The entire walk, I could feel the blood boiling in my veins. I wanted nothing more to finish what I had started. I wanted nothing more than to tear him from limb to limb. He stole my love, my life away from me. And I despised him for it. I reached his apartment and pretty much hockey-checked the door to knock it down, and came face to face with John.
I got up, and slug my legs off of the bed. I stood up shakily, trying to think of where she might be. I threw on my robe, and went downstairs. It was empty. I was terrified, and angry. Had she left me again? Just when things were going so well? How could she? She loved me, she'd said as much.
But where was she? I walked to the front door and realized that it was open. Even the last time she left, she'd closed it. I ran my hand across the wood, and felt a few new grooves. No, they were new, they hadn't been there before. What happened to her? All anger I felt dissipated, making me feel even more terrified.
I walked back, and caught the piece of paper, that was left haphazardly on the counter. On it was scrawled the letter "J." In that second, I felt all the terror return back to anger. Not anger, hatred. Hatred for John. He took her, against her will. Against my will. I quickly went back to my bedroom and changed into an outfit, and set off for John's house.
The entire walk, I could feel the blood boiling in my veins. I wanted nothing more to finish what I had started. I wanted nothing more than to tear him from limb to limb. He stole my love, my life away from me. And I despised him for it. I reached his apartment and pretty much hockey-checked the door to knock it down, and came face to face with John.