I sped down the highway with the gun right beside me, in the passenger seat. My one hand rested upon the weapon while the other steered my pick-up. My thumb rested soundly against the trigger of the gun, caressing its coldness. Where am I heading? Well, the answer is simple: I’m heading to that fucking bitch’s parents’ home. She wants to hide away and think I won’t come and find her? Good, I’ll come and prove her ass wrong. She isn’t leaving me; she never will. We are going to get married, have children, and spend the rest of our lives together. She will be my wife – no ifs, ands or buts about it.

I managed to pull into her parents’ driveway, once off the highway, without tearing apart the shrubs that aligned it. I looked over at the passenger side seat to see my baby – my gun – resting soundly. I contemplated on bringing the gun up to the door. I thought about how if I did bring up the gun, they wouldn’t allow me to see Krys and bring her home. But, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to show her that I fucking meant business. Weighing each choice, I decided to go with the obvious – keep the gun inside the truck.

I walked over to the door and threw open the screen door that shielded the main, wooden door. I took my fist and bashed it against the door to make sure the old bags inside would hear me. I crossed my arms over my chest. It was my way of hiding the fact that I was fuming. I couldn’t get over the fact that Krys would get up and leave like that. Right after a blowjob, too – really?

Opening the door was Krys’ mother, Jen. She looked at me with a perplexed expression. “Cory? What are you doing here?”

“Where’s Krys?” No hello, no how are you, no nothing – I wanted my fucking answers now.

“Excuse me?”

“Where’s Krys?”

“Cory, I’m not sure what you –“

“I know she’s fucking here!” I yelled. Now, my arms were at my sides, and my skin tone went from tan to red. But, of course, when I yelled, her father, Pete, stepped in to her protection. Typical.

“Yo, dude,” he growled, “you better watch how you talk to my wife!”

“You better tell me where my damn girlfriend is, bro!” I mocked through my clenched teeth.

“Cory, we don’t know what you’re talking about. Krys isn’t here; we haven’t heard from her in over a week.” My face loosened for a moment. What the hell?

“You mean,” I pinched my brows together, “she’s not here?”

“No, she’s not.” Pete pitched in, “Your guess is as good as ours as to where she is. Maybe Hailey knows?” They were right; Hailey knew everything Krys did. Maybe I would have to pay that little blonde a visit. I nodded, backing up a bit.

“Alright, then. Sorry for bothering you, Mrs. and Mr. Kean.” I threw out a fake but believable apology before running over to the truck. Starting up, I flew down the street with my hand now clutching tightly to the gun. Now, my second choice would be in full force – I’ll get my answers if I use force. Deadly force.

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I stepped up to Hailey’s front door, holding the gun behind my back. I gave a quiet knock. I knew if I wasn’t too harsh against the door, she wouldn’t suspect that my ass would be behind the door. It didn’t take long for her to open the door, and the minute she appeared, I pulled the gun. I pressed it to her chest and made sure my thumb was securely on the trigger. Hailey immediately gasped, her eyes wide. “Now,” I snapped, “you better fucking tell me where Krys is, or your heart will beat its last fucking beats.”

Notes

short, filler chapter <3

xoxo krys