Missing Love

One

Boom!

A tree fell across the street in the thunder storm. I didn't have it in me to get up and check though. I had just woken up, it was 3:00 am, and I had the worst headache in my life.

  I rolled over, reaching for my husband Jeremy on the other side of my bed, only to find cold, empty sheets.

He wasn't in the room. I sat up, making my headache worse, and called his name as if he was home, possibly getting a late night snack or something like that. I already knew he wasn't home though, I felt utterly alone.

  I tried to remember if he had told me anything about going out to drink with his friends. He always tells me before he leaves, and hes always back by at least two, never later. Even if he was late for some reason, he would probably call me.

  I couldn't remember anything. I lied back down in the king bed on top of my red silk comforter, trying to ease my headache. It helped a little, but as I tried to think about my day, it hurt even more.

  Nothing came to me. The only thing I could remember was Friday afternoon, when Jeremy and I were having lunch with his friend Andrew. I couldn't even remember what I ate for dinner hours ago. What day was it now?

  If I didn't have a skull-splitting headache, I would have freaked out at the unusual memory loss, but the headache was so painful, I couldn't think anymore.

  I got up and went to the bathroom adjoined to the master bedroom. I opened the mirror above the sink, and pulled out the little white tylenol bottle, and popped three tiny pills in my mouth, swallowing them without water.

  After ten minutes my headache was slightly better, and I was clearheaded. I tried again, to remember something from the past twenty-four hours.

   While in my thoughts, I realized my feet were covered in something. Slowly, I looked down to find that I had on my normal clothes. I was wearing my favorite quarter-sleeved white blouse and black skinny jeans with black flats.

Now I was about to freak out. What was happening?

Lightning lit up the room.

BOOM!

  Without a thought, I ran down the stairs into the living room. Each step caused my head to feel like it was about to explode, but I didn't care. I began to frantically search for my phone in the living room and kitchen. My iPhone was nowhere to be found, but I did find the cordless phone sitting on the counter in the kitchen.

  I picked it up with shaky hands -nearly dropping it- and dialed Jeremy's number. It rang for what seemed like forever. Soon the prerecorded voicemail came on, and I heard Jeremy's familiar, tough voice telling me to leave a message. The feeling of terror overwhelmed me, and all I wanted was to hold on to his voice, his secure voice. For a moment everything felt fine as I listened to him, like he was in the room and we were just talking.

  Then it ended and I snapped. I threw the phone across the room as hard as I could, where it hit the wall with a crack. I slowly slid down the wall and sat down on the ground. I curled my fists in my hair and began to cry, because of the pain, because of my missing husband.

  As I moved my hand from my hair, I felt a bump on the side of my head right above my left ear. It hurt almost as much as my headache, and was bigger than a grape. I had to have fallen or banged it on something, giving me the headache. Maybe even my memory loss.

I realized shortly after the discovery of the bump on my head, that I had to go to the police. But could I drive?

The Santa Barbara Police Department wasn't too far away. I could do this, I had to.

  I found my keys on the couch, and walked out of the door to the car. When I turned the keys and started the car I realized, my husband is missing and I don't know a damn thing. Telling that to the police was,going to be suspicious.

I could not be a suspect in my husband's missing person investigation. I should not be a suspect, but it would come out that way. I knew what I had to do.

I pulled out of the driveway and sped down the road towards the police department.

Hi, so Christina and I are writing this book together, well maybe. I'm sure if the next couple of chapters get semi-decent ratings, we will go on but I'm not really sure.

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-Kendra