*Because Trina doesn't exist in the first book, I've shifted things around a little where Joseph hallucinated Violet in his previous chapter and not Trina. (P.S. sorry it's taken so long to update)
Also: TW - strong language
Joseph
My life is so hard. Each day feels like the same day on repeat.
Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Work. Work. Work.
I get home to a mundane day. And it's never interesting. I haven't made any new friends and haven't gone out to any new bars. I find solidarity to be rather lonely.
However, today was Thursday. It was a day off and a day to do my chores. I'd cleaned my apartment, careful not to look in any mirrors. Heaven forbid that shit happens again. I never want to see a face other than mine in my mirror, especially when I'm alone.
I washed my clothes. And I went to get the mail.
Except today, I'd received a threat. I'd laughed at the paper, which, by the way, looked like it belonged in a 1990s film with the way the letters from magazines and newspapers had been glued together. I kind of wanted to save it as a souvenir had it not been so creepy with no return address.
It was an interesting two sentences that brought fear into my heart for the first few seconds I looked at it. Then I'd tossed my head back and laughed.
I know what you did. Confess.
What exactly had I done? Lately, I just work and talk to girls on dating apps. It was mundane and boring as hell.
I was older now, almost 25 in a few weeks. I'd have the world's most boring job in the world's most boring town. And somehow, I'd still be single.
It wasn't that I hadn't been trying to find a relationship. It was that every girl I talked to only wanted to sleep with me and leave it at that.
For example, a couple weeks ago I'd met this bitch at the grocery store. She was drop dead gorgeous. And I felt the strongest urge to approach her, even though that's not my normal approach. I'm not normally that bold. But I was feeling confident that day. And so I went up to her.
"I'm Kaylee." She'd told me her name after I'd gotten her number. I told her I'd text her and she'd smiled at me, friendly enough. Though I knew I shouldn't shit where I ate, meeting a girl at a grocery store was a decent enough place. I didn't see a ring on her finger.
I watched her leave and make her way to her car. I eyed the brown haired beauty as she stepped into her white Honda. I memorized the license plate by heart in that second. I'd know when she would be at this grocery store from now on.
About an hour after my encounter, I decided it was time to text her.
Me:
Hey. I'm so sorry to have bombarded you at the grocery store. But, you know you're gorgeous. I'd love to go out sometime.Pretty brown eyes 🤩
hi, sure but I'm not in town super often. I might be back next weekend.We texted back and forth a little and she seemed friendly enough. I told her I looked forward to seeing her that next weekend.
The weekend came as quickly as the week had started, rushing to a halt as I sat on my blue beanbag chair and was reminded of the girl whose name I could no longer remember.
Me
Hey! It's the weekend, are you free?I'd sent the message and waited.
One hour.
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