Friday 10 a.m.
Final day
Misty pulled into the garage, tired and aggravated she'd had to work. The last thing she wanted was to leave Ellen alone with Sheamus. She saw the way he looked at Ellen. He preferred her. Misty felt heartbroken every time she saw Sheamus looking at Ellen instead of her. She stepped out of the ambulance and walked the landscaped path around the garage to the pool. It was nice and sunny and at 10 o' clock, the sun was not yet scorching. She expected to find Ellen doing her daily laps. The pool was empty. Ellen's bathing suit lay in a pile at the edge of the deep end. "Hmm," Misty wondered out loud.
She made her way back to the garage and walked past the vehicles and entered the house. It was eerily quiet. Not even the TV was on. She crept into the living area and looked to the right. She could see the master bedroom door closed within its alcove. She looked to door of Sheamus' room and it was also shut. She wanted to be alone with him so bad and it seemed as if Ellen was still asleep. Misty opened the door quietly. The room was empty and the ankle cuff and chain lay abandoned. She crept to the bathroom and found it empty as well. She noticed Sheamus' toiletries missing, and looked around for his bag. It was gone. His title belt was gone. He was gone.
"Oh my God," Misty whispered and began to shake. She started to yell for Ellen and realized he might there, ready to take revenge. She left the room and crept to the master bedroom. She stood outside awhile, afraid to open the door. Finally, she summoned her courage and eased the door open.
She stared at the scene, shocked, hurt, angry. Ellen was asleep and Sheamus was asleep beside her. He was there, unrestrained and of his own freewill, sleeping beside her girlfriend. She had wanted to be with him so badly and Ellen had managed to steal him … again. She backed out of the room and shut the door quietly. She went to the sofa, lay down and cried herself to sleep