𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘴

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘹

𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘴

I ran my hand through my hair feeling each strand tangle with my fingers. I signed the last form I had to sign and slammed the pen on the paper. I finished. I'm all caught up with work, after a good 24 hours of full dedication to this crap, I finished. My hands were still wrapped from yesterdays fiasco. I kept thinking about Kendall's eyes looking into mine and I would break a pen. My knuckles were very very messed up. People at work would either stare at my hands trying to figure out what happened, walk away quickly, or question me. I answered back with get to work.

Johnny put in his phone number in my phone telling me to call him if I go rogue again. I've come to a conclusion that he is a friend. Recently he has been texting me random memes that I truly don't get because he always says 'dis u?' And it would be something that is not relatable to me.

I was casually driving back home after a very busy and stressful day at work, I honestly was ready to sit on my couch smoke a cigarette and go to bed. That was the plan. Maybe even cook something small. After yesterdays freak out I had to even clean my wounded hands.

As I slowly started pulling up to my house, I usually tried ignoring Kendall's house, it's hard to but I do. Usually no one parks on our street...okay well not in front of my house at least. The thing is that today was an exhausting day and I need to be inside my house right now, even if it feels like it's the end of the world. But no. I saw a white truck parked in front of my house. It's wheels were pretty big making the truck seem very big. It was an old truck I mean not that old it was shinny, the truck model must have been a bit out dated.

My hands gripped tightly on the steering wheel. Who the hell does this person think they are to park at 9:45 pm in front of my fucking house? I parked my car in my drive way and went to my porch. I had a perfect view of who was going to walk towards the truck.

I heard Kendall's voice to my right, slowly I turned my head looking towards Kendall's house. She was in a bra and was walking backwards. She was talking to someone inside, I heard her giggles, my jaw locked immediately knowing what was happening.

         This guy...he was tall, he had his hands on her. He had his hands on her bare waist. He was touching what was mine. He looked like the classic players wearing a tank top and baggy jeans. Who the fuck is he? He looked young, seemed more her age.

          I let out air through my nose feeling my whole body tense up. He picked Kendall up as if she was some sort of rag doll throwing her over his shoulders. She kept yelling and laughing-how is she allowing this? His hands grabbed on to her ass, fumes were coming out my ears. Heat ran through my veins. He doesn't like her. He just wants her for his satisfaction.

          He put Kendall down in front of the truck and kissed her. He placed his lips onto her soft plump ones. My hands turned into fists. I was furious. He just dug his own grave.

After ten minutes of seeing Kendall make out with the player, it was pure torture. I felt the urge of just walking over and start beating the life out of him. That urge grew bigger and bigger each time I saw him kiss her, touch her. I saw her smile and kiss him again the words coming out of her mouth made me go completely insane.

"We should definitely do that again" her finger tips slowly traced his boxer waist band. His hand made his way down her waist practically making every spot that I've touched his. I couldn't take it. My heart and soul were tearing apart very slowly.

Right as I was about to go into my house, I heard her say her goodbyes and run into the house yelling out that she was cold. Right as her door closed I was going to kill him right then and there, but Kendall would probably come out yelling at me to stop and she would most possibly be crying. I wasn't taking those chances. So I waited until he drove off, after I saw the big white truck a few blocks down I got into my car and drove towards his direction. I stayed slowly behind not wanting it to look like I was following him.