Hurricane

11 1 0
                                    

My finger shook as I placed it on the trigger. Aimed at the back of her head and squeezed.

* One Year Ago *

"Jared! Come on! Stacy's gonna blow out the candles!" A friend yelled out. Stacy, the love of my life. I decided that I would propose next week on Valentines day, but her birthday, was the last time I saw her.

* Week Later *

I lie on the hotel bed and began throwing things at the wall. For this entire week I had been through hell, everyone blaming me for Stacy "disappearing."

Honestly everyone can go fuck themselves with blaming me for murdering her. I needed to find her, I needed everyone to stop accusing me. I packed a bag and went to go find Stacy.

______________________________

You've reached the end of published parts.

⏰ Last updated: Mar 11, 2017 ⏰

Add this story to your Library to get notified about new parts!

Hurricane {on hold}Where stories live. Discover now