Be My Guardian Angel

Chapter 10

Alex

August 19, 2015; 12:30 a.m.

I rub the sleep out of my eyes and take in my surroundings before I remember where I am; Lauren's couch. Has she really not shown up yet?

I check my phone and sure enough, no texts.

I throw my phone back on the couch. I wouldn't even know where to start looking for her at this hour. She's a smart girl, she'll turn up. Plus, I'm exhausted. It's too late for the surprise now but that doesn't mean I want it ruined completely.

I turn on the lamp beside the couch before going around and blowing out all of the dozens of candles I lit. They were nearly gone now.

I pick them all up and hide them underneath the kitchen sink; she doesn't have anything under here so she'll never see them.

I get on my knees and pick up all of the rose petals, making sure I don't miss a single one before dumping them in the trash along with the food I had prepared which was cold and hard now.

I sigh, taking the trash bag out of the can and tying up the strings. I replace the trash bag with a new one before going out the front door and leaving it open since the dumpster was right downstairs and I forgot the key.

I run down the freezing metal stairs bare foot before chucking the bag in the green dumpster covered in graffiti. I gun it back up the stairs before shutting and locking the door. I figure I'll just stay here tonight so I can get an explanation as to why she's so late as soon as she gets home.

I pick up the dishes I left on the table before taking them to the sink to wash them; I can't leave any evidence. No matter how mad I am at her right now, I still want it to be special when I ask her to move in with me; she's my baby girl.

I'm positive there's not a trace of evidence left so I plop back on the small green couch and turn on the TV. Ridiculousness is on so I decide to watch that until I fall asleep. Hopefully it will put me in a better mood.

I laugh at the idiocy on the TV before hearing a noise coming from Lauren's bedroom. I ignore it considering it's an old apartment and it makes noise all the time.

Right as I'm about to finally fall asleep, I feel something cold on my temple.

"Didn't your parents ever tell you to never leave the front door open?" Is the last thing I hear before the gunshot.

Marissa

August 19, 2015; 1:45 a.m.

Words can't describe how pissed I am right now. Who the hell could be at my door at almost 2 in the morning? If it's one of those Bible thumpers, I swear. I'll give them something to believe in; my foot in their asses.

I was having a lovely dream with Leonardo DiCaprio and some dick weed ruined it right as he was about to kiss me.

I grumble as I shuffle towards the door, some jackass still pounding on it.

"I'm coming!" I shout, not even bothering to conceal the anger in my voice.

The stupid knocking continues so when I get to the door I yank it open and give my best death glare before gasping.

I stare at the barrel of the gun that's pointed right between my eyes.

"Hello, Marissa. It's lovely seeing you again." The man behind the gun jeered sarcastically before pulling the trigger.

*** Okay, sorry that was super short. Even the sex scene is longer. Sorry not sorry ;)