Love you to Death

DEPRESSED

I woke up hungover and miserable, again. Has to be the worst fucking weekend in my life. My hand was all swollen and bruised. It hurt like a bitch. I went to the bathroom and washed my face. I put my hair up, and put on a T-shirt that went to my knees. I grabbed a soda out of my fridge, and went to sit on my deck. If he even shows his damn face out here I swear! I will throw my soda at him. I went out and laid my head in my hands In between drags. I went back into the apartment, and put on my 'I am depressed' CD's. I lay on the couch and wallow in my self pity. I am being overly dramatic, but today I feel awful. At least I will have work tonight to keep me occupied. I don't have any food here either, and I spent most of my extra cash on drinks. I decided to risk food poisoning or botulism so I cooked the pizza rolls. That yes had been out all night on my hand. I didn't eat much yesterday, and it looks like this will be all I eat today.

I spent most of the day in my t-shirt not even bothering with pants. Angie did call to tell me she got home ok. All I told here was I was fine but hungover. So far I haven't gotten sick from my risky meal. I was so excited for this weekend. What a freaking waste. I don't have to be at work till 3:30-4:00 pm. I am closing tonight which means I get to pick what I listen to after a certain time. I need a table out here to lay my head on while I pout and smoke. I was almost done when the light next door came on. Nope, not dealing with it. I put out my cigarette and went inside. I don't know if he saw me. I don't know if he even looked. Because I sure as fuck didn't.

My mood didn't improve much over the next couple of days. I spent most of my time taking extra shifts at work. I avoided everyone because they got on my nerves for the time being. I was working a double at the store. It was slow, and even though I had shelves to stalk I couldn't do it because someone has to be at the register. The guy who is supposed to be here with me called in. I did have a book that I was reading with me Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter. They had everything sex, violence, vampires, werewolves and all kinds of supernatural hoopla. I hope she kills the vampire bastard and goes with the werewolf. And that is not because my imaginary vampire turned out to be a dick. I hear the door bells jingle and look around. I don't see anyone in the store. I check the security cameras. I still didn't see anyone. Time to put the book away. I hate scary movies, but I do like scary books. Not that this one is scary but some would consider it kind of scary, I guess? However if my mind is going to play tricks on me then I am not going to give my overactive imagination anymore fuel. I heard the bells again, and still didn't see anything. That's it, someone is messing with me. I have pepper spray and a baseball bat. I grab the bat and spray. Most people know the guy who owns this place is a pretty big badass. If you fuck with his store he will hunt you down. I walk around the counter and check the aisles. I still don't see anything. I am losing my mind. I go back behind the counter.

The last hour before close goes without incident. I lock the doors and start closing everything down. I get the cash drawer, and take it back to the office to count. I get everything counted and locked up. I grab my crap and head for the back door where my car is. I start to unlock the car when someone grabs me and flips me around. I have my eyes closed and my head turned away. I am too afraid to see who has me pinned against my car.

"Open your eyes and look at me." A low dark gravelly voice commands. I shake my head. I won't do it. I don't want to see anything. "I said look at me God dammit! Why did you invite him in?" The voice now sounds worried to the point of panic. What the hell?

I open my eyes and I can see a chest and black hair. I was so confused and scared that I didn't recognize him. "I..I..I don't understand?"

"I saw you with him. I saw you go upstairs with him. Then he opened the door for you and was going to go in with you! Why?" The man holding me now sounded enraged and slightly hurt. I am racking my brain trying to figure out what is going on. Then I realize who has me, and his smell envelops me. Reminding me that I hate him.