Breaking the Chain

(C) Chapter Two: Breaking the Chain

I threw my shopping bags onto the floor. They hit the ground with a clattered thud. I stared down at what was in my right hand.

I shook my head. God I overreact way to easily . I get way to scared sometimes. I walked over to the trash can, lifted up the sliver lid, and tossed the bouquet into the dark abyss of crap.

I lifted up my hand and brought the card up to my face to reread it again.

*Haley, I want you to know that I still think about you everyday. Every. Day. I want a second chance. I love you. -Alan*

I snorted at the "heart felt" message. He knew our relationship was over as soon as he got into bed with that slut from his work. I think her name was Melissa ....I don't give a damn anymore.

I tossed the card down into the dark hole, landing right next to the disgraceful flowers.

I should've known it was him all along. But no I have to think its some serial killer leaving me gifts and poems and all this other shit, that a coward hides behind. Instead of coming face to face with me and saying what he wrote it on that cheap ass card he bought. He says everything in writing. Away from me so he doesn't have to face the pain of rejection. Again.

I need to stop over thinking and imagining the worst outcome in every situation I'm put into.

I huffed and picked up my bags and carried them upstairs. I hung my new clothes up and put the gray sparkly dress I was going to wear tomorrow night on my dark blue chair that sits in the corner of my room. I put my light gray heels I bought next to the chair. I layed out the jewelry I was going to where with my new outfit. I sighed, examining my fashion sense.

I glanced out my window, past my vibran...

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...Take Hillary, then my dream *would* become my reality. She will be mine. No force from hell could stop me from having her.

We're meant to be.

I glance at myself in the review mirror. My dark green eyes were hidden in the darkness. Making them look pure black. More sinister. I smiled.

I bent down to the glove compartment and opened it. Taking out a white cloth and chloroform. Yeah, I know its old fashioned, but its works like a charm. And its quick.

Before I got out I popped the trunk slightly that way when I got her out of the house I could just throw her in the trunk and take her right to Master.

She's a treat for him. I know we prefer brunettes over blondes, but I think he'll make an exception for her. I drives me nuts how Master won't let me tell him a single thing about Haley. Not even her name. He wants to be surprised. And he will be.