Shattered

Met Gala

I wake up , the morning of a beautiful Saturday. Feeling tired.

I take another shower, after the fifteen I took last night. I head to the kitchen. Its finally breakfast time. My stomach is practically growling.  Begging for food.

As I'm constructing the peanut butter and jelly sandwich. A vibration sounds from the dining table. 

I don't focus much on it. I continue making my childhood favourite. The vibrating starts again. I stalk over to the dining table.

Its Jeremy's phone. Someone is calling him. The number is not saved.

"Jeremy! Jeremy? Your phone!" I yell.

Getting no answer. I pick up the phone.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Hello Jeremy?" A young lady says. Her voice sounds familiar.

"Hello who is this?" I ask. She doesnt speak for a second.

"Hello? Why are you answering Jeremy's phone?" She asks.

"Who are you?" I ask. Feeling adrenaline rushing through my body.

The line goes dead. What the hell was that?

I head over to the couch. Who could that have been? Why was she calling Jeremy? Is he... cheating on me? No, he wouldnt.

He wouldnt do that.

But he would Gemma, dont be dumb. Please,  get your head in the game.

No, no he wouldnt do that.

I shut my mind off. Heading over to my bedroom to prepare while chewing the sandwich I made.

I take an extra long shower. Scrubbing each spot on my body with extra attention. Then I move to my hair. I wash it thoroughly as well.

While letting my hair air dry. I walk over to the kitchen and I make lasagna for Jeremy.

Its not long before I'm plating the meal.

Left for a business event. See you later. Left some food for you in the microwave. Enjoy  ; )

GEMMA <3

The little note I wrote reads.

I leave it on the table and I head upstairs to get dressed. It's now one PM on the dot. I sent Arraine my address about a five minutes ago.

She said she'd be here in twenty.

So I tidy up the place to my satisfaction. And then I call little Ethan. The joy I hear as I speak to him excites me.

He tells me to have fun and not think about anything that'll make me sad. How could I though? I love that boy.

Soon Arraine is honking outside my house. I waltz down the porch stairs and to her beautiful black porche. I walk into the car and I look over to Arraine. She looks absolutely stunning.

In a red gown the hugs every piece of her well. Her hair is put onto a thick braid and her lips are painted red.

"Oh my word!" We both say simultaneously.

"You look amazing." I tell her. She smiles.

"And you look breath taking. Absolutely stunning. " she says and I blush under her gaze.