Where The Black Dahlia Falls

CHAPTER 1

"You never cared about me anyway!" She proclaimed, a solitary tear trickling down her pale face. She ran her hands through her black hair that had been formerly straightened and styled into a blend of mullet and shag coiffure, as an act of disgruntlement she held towards the man that stood in front of her.

"You're unbelievable!" He snapped, rubbing his hands over his blue eyes. He looked at the woman unbelievingly for a moment, then snatched his car keys kept on the oak wood coffee table and walked out of the two BHK apartments based near Washington square park.
Iris' knees gave way as she collapsed down on the floor, still in disbelief over the dispute. It felt so surreal. She and Lucas had adapted to the same argument for the past week, but the previous half-an-hour felt unfamiliar. It was intense, and Iris couldn't see reason with Lucas' side of the quarrel. She tried to be on the same page as him, comprehend his emotions; but the man she attempted to reason with appeared to be a different person altogether. Someone utterly distinct from her amiable, adoring boyfriend. She hadn't expected him to storm out of the house at 3:30 in the morning either. So she just sat there, reviewing the whole disagreement in her head once again, like a slideshow.

"Lucas! Do you realize how late you are?!"

"Just shut up! I'm not in the mood to talk..."

"At Least tell me where you were!"

"It's none of your business... Just leave me alone Iris..."

"What do you mean 'it's none of my business'?! It's literally MY business, Lucas Howard! I'm your goddamn girlfriend!"

And so it went on for an uncondensed hour.

Iris stood up after a few minutes. Since tomorrow was a Sunday, she did not have to be present at the university and could sleep in.
After cleansing her face with cold water and getting changed into her navy blue, rayon shorts and camisole, she sat down on her linen covered canopy bed and rerouted her thoughts towards Lucas.
In accordance to her past squabbles with Lucas, he would usually be home by 9 am. She was determined to confront him the minute he returned home and get all the answers she wanted and deserved before she let him go.