Furball pushed the door open and came over and sat on the edge of the tub, batting at the bubbles…I said, "You better watch it, last time you did that you ended up in here with me…good thing you're de-clawed…I would have been ripped to shreds." Furball just stared at me…as if to say 'Like I'd be dumb enough to do that twice'…I reach other and petted my soft black ball of fur and he was purring up a storm…I said, "Wow…full belly and you're the lover all of a sudden."
When I got out of the tub…I pulled on my shorts and tank top…and ran a comb through my hair to get the tangles out…I went out and was sitting on the couch with that damn postcard staring at me from the coffee table…I finally sighed heavy and turned the TV on…I stopped on CMT and noticed Mark Wills had a new song and video out…I didn't even see the name of the video…but I turned it up so I could hear it…anything that man sings is heaven sent…
When the video was over I was crying…I wanted to call Mark…but I kept getting his voice mail…I finally left a message…I knew I probably sounded like an over emotionally insane female on his voice mail…but I needed to talk to him about the post card and then that damn video…I finally cried myself to sleep on the couch…I was tucked into a ball with a blanket over me…and Furball was laying above my head, in my hair…
I was woke out of a sound sleep by the chirping of my damn cell phone…I rolled around for a few seconds…and then reached over and snatched it off the coffee table, I wasn't fully awake yet, and my eyes couldn't focus long enough to see who it was on the caller id…I finally snapped the flip part of it up and pushed the green button…at least I could decipher colors.
My groggy ass voice said, "What time is it?" Stephanie's voice came back with a well…its 2 am here…so I imagine its 3 or 4 there…" My eyes snapped out and I jetted up into a sitting position on the couch and said, "Stephanie…why in God's name in all that is holy are you calling me at this time of night?" Steph said, "There's been an accident." I jumped to my feet and said, "Stephanie…I don't wanna know about it…I can't handle this…You know I can't…" I snapped my flip phone shut…hanging up on the call…
I could just feel the tears swelling in my eyes…I paced through my apt…and kept trying Mark's cell phone…Stephanie kept calling back but I wouldn't answer…I figured if she didn't tell me…nothing was really wrong and it was all a bad dream…I kept getting Mark's voice mail…and started getting the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach…Nothing could possibly happen to mark…he's big and strong…and he's a tough fighter…he can take anything…I know he can…nothing bad would ever happen to him…
Glenn was big and strong, he was a tough fighter, he could take anything…I didn't think anything bad would ever happen to him…but it did…
No Mark is different…he survived the first time…he's untouchable now…nothing would or could hurt him…NOTHING…
Finally after debating with my mind for 10 minutes, I decided to go for a jog…it's 4 in the morning, and I'm going for a run…DAMN IT!