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After what seemed like forever Grace finally lifted herself up and walked into the bedroom. She layed down and thought about if she really wanted to continue her search for the girl. Or if she wanted to even stay with A.J, how could he blow up at her like that? Was he really cheating or was she just imagining things? What happened to her seemingly happy existence? All these questions had Grace puzzled, she finally drifted off to sleep when there was a very loud banging on the door. Grace got up lazily and walked over to the door, she stopped abruptly in the hallway. It was three in the morning.... who could be banging on the door? Was it A.J? If it was and he was knocking he was probably drunk...did she want to let a crazed drunk man into her house? She tried to sound strong and forceful as the loud thumping came again only feet away. However her voice was light and crackily as she questioned the visitor "Who...who... who is it?", a calm came over her as a gentle voice answered, "This is the police, your neighbor called. She said she heard screaming and thought she heard stuff breaking. May we come in?". Grace sauntered over to the busted door and undid the locks and opened the door wide for the officers to enter.
Grace reached for the light but pulled her hand back as she remembered that it had broken when A.J stormed out. She escorted a stout, old man with a thick white mustache and his pearly white hair slicked back with grease, and his partner a young, tall, muscular, man with a sincere look to him, over to the living room area. "Can I get you anything? Coffee, water, a beer....no sorry I forgot police shouldn't drink on the job." Grace went light pink as she noticed the young officer was smiling at her. "No thankyou miss."The older one stated, "We just dropped by to make sure everything was ok...but you seem to be alone." The two officers took a quick look around the room. "O, Im fine. My husband and I just had an argument...that's all." Grace kept cracking her knuckles as she always did when she was nervous. The young officer noticed her anxiety and gently put his hand on her knee, "We're here to help you miss...about this argument with your husband," The officers looked around. "It must have been one hell of an argument for the door to be busted, floorboards pulled out, lamps broken and things broken all over the floor. Are you sure you two just argued? I mean did he hit you?" Grace shoved the officer's hand away indignantly, "How dare you! No... my husband would never hit me....EVER. I think it's time for you to leave." Grace stood up and walked to the door, she swung it open as she glared at the young officer, "Good night to you officers." She slammed the door viciously and stormed to her bedroom and cried until dawn till she finally fell asleep.
The days came and went and still no sign of A.J.. Not a phone call, not a letter, not a visit, he didn't even send somebody to tell her if he was ok.... nothing.Grace finally got so scared that she decided to call the police, but as she picked up the phone there was a light yet sound knocking at the door. Grace lowered the phone and strolled to the door knowing who it was because she and her friends were having a get together at around this time, she opened the door and gasped out of shock. There standing before her was A.J., but it wasn't him. His hair was matted and frizzy, he hadn't shaved all week, his clothes were dirty and stained and he was carrying a bouquet of a dozen white,red and pink roses. His beautiful eyes still shined and his caring face shone through the rest of his grimy look. "Im so sorry, I was just so shocked that you'd do that. But it doesn't matter. I lived this whole week without seeing you or hearing your angelic voice....and well it killed me. I didn't feel right, I felt like half of me was missing, I missed you so much. Please for give me." Grace watched as the man she had spent days hating was in tears at the thought of living without her another day. His strong hand handed her the flowers which she smelled lovingly and switched to her other hand so she take him by the hand in the house and clean him up. His eyes shimmered and glowed with happiness as he was led back into the house by his seemingly perfect wife. She began looking for a vase for the flowers but before she got to far A.J twirled her around and gave her the best kiss of her life. After they stopped kissing she gently squeezed his hand and walked him over to the bathroom where she drew his bath and lit candles so he could relax. She took his grimy clothes and put them in the washer. Then she picked out a pair of loose blue jeans his favorite shirt and some other things for him to where. Not long after Grace had started their make up dinner she heard A.J call for her from the tub. She walked over and opened the door and was taken by surprise as he jumped out from behind the door kissed and kissed her. Grace decided to join him in the tub and they spent the rest of the night drinking champagne, eating and making love.
After what seemed like forever Grace finally lifted herself up and walked into the bedroom. She layed down and thought about if she really wanted to continue her search for the girl. Or if she wanted to even stay with A.J, how could he blow up at her like that? Was he really cheating or was she just imagining things? What happened to her seemingly happy existence? All these questions had Grace puzzled, she finally drifted off to sleep when there was a very loud banging on the door. Grace got up lazily and walked over to the door, she stopped abruptly in the hallway. It was three in the morning.... who could be banging on the door? Was it A.J? If it was and he was knocking he was probably drunk...did she want to let a crazed drunk man into her house? She tried to sound strong and forceful as the loud thumping came again only feet away. However her voice was light and crackily as she questioned the visitor "Who...who... who is it?", a calm came over her as a gentle voice answered, "This is the police, your neighbor called. She said she heard screaming and thought she heard stuff breaking. May we come in?". Grace sauntered over to the busted door and undid the locks and opened the door wide for the officers to enter.
Grace reached for the light but pulled her hand back as she remembered that it had broken when A.J stormed out. She escorted a stout, old man with a thick white mustache and his pearly white hair slicked back with grease, and his partner a young, tall, muscular, man with a sincere look to him, over to the living room area. "Can I get you anything? Coffee, water, a beer....no sorry I forgot police shouldn't drink on the job." Grace went light pink as she noticed the young officer was smiling at her. "No thankyou miss."The older one stated, "We just dropped by to make sure everything was ok...but you seem to be alone." The two officers took a quick look around the room. "O, Im fine. My husband and I just had an argument...that's all." Grace kept cracking her knuckles as she always did when she was nervous. The young officer noticed her anxiety and gently put his hand on her knee, "We're here to help you miss...about this argument with your husband," The officers looked around. "It must have been one hell of an argument for the door to be busted, floorboards pulled out, lamps broken and things broken all over the floor. Are you sure you two just argued? I mean did he hit you?" Grace shoved the officer's hand away indignantly, "How dare you! No... my husband would never hit me....EVER. I think it's time for you to leave." Grace stood up and walked to the door, she swung it open as she glared at the young officer, "Good night to you officers." She slammed the door viciously and stormed to her bedroom and cried until dawn till she finally fell asleep.
The days came and went and still no sign of A.J.. Not a phone call, not a letter, not a visit, he didn't even send somebody to tell her if he was ok.... nothing.Grace finally got so scared that she decided to call the police, but as she picked up the phone there was a light yet sound knocking at the door. Grace lowered the phone and strolled to the door knowing who it was because she and her friends were having a get together at around this time, she opened the door and gasped out of shock. There standing before her was A.J., but it wasn't him. His hair was matted and frizzy, he hadn't shaved all week, his clothes were dirty and stained and he was carrying a bouquet of a dozen white,red and pink roses. His beautiful eyes still shined and his caring face shone through the rest of his grimy look. "Im so sorry, I was just so shocked that you'd do that. But it doesn't matter. I lived this whole week without seeing you or hearing your angelic voice....and well it killed me. I didn't feel right, I felt like half of me was missing, I missed you so much. Please for give me." Grace watched as the man she had spent days hating was in tears at the thought of living without her another day. His strong hand handed her the flowers which she smelled lovingly and switched to her other hand so she take him by the hand in the house and clean him up. His eyes shimmered and glowed with happiness as he was led back into the house by his seemingly perfect wife. She began looking for a vase for the flowers but before she got to far A.J twirled her around and gave her the best kiss of her life. After they stopped kissing she gently squeezed his hand and walked him over to the bathroom where she drew his bath and lit candles so he could relax. She took his grimy clothes and put them in the washer. Then she picked out a pair of loose blue jeans his favorite shirt and some other things for him to where. Not long after Grace had started their make up dinner she heard A.J call for her from the tub. She walked over and opened the door and was taken by surprise as he jumped out from behind the door kissed and kissed her. Grace decided to join him in the tub and they spent the rest of the night drinking champagne, eating and making love.