5 days later...
It has been 5 days since Vance broke my heart. The monster! I chugged another sip of sugary soda. I looked down, realizing I hadn't even changed out of my tight red dress and heels, but I didn't care.
The doorbell rang, making me jump out of my seat. I paused the show, opening up the door. A bouquet of pink roses lay on the doorstep with a note.
"Dear Rosa,
I just thought we were drifting apart. Leaving for Alaska now. Visit me!
Your (ex) love,
Vance."
I crumpled up the note and chucked the flowers into my neighbor's yard. What the fuck was he thinking, 'drifting apart'??
I huffed angrily, flopping back onto the couch.
"Ugh!!!!" I screamed furiously. I heard someone knock on the door.
"What the hell do you want now?!" I screamed at the door. If it was Vance, I swear... my trail of angry thoughts was cut off by more knocking, harder now.
"Who is it?!" I asked. No answer. I grudgingly got up, once again opening the door. A small note was lying on the doorstep. I picked it up and opened it.
"Come to 344 Churchill blvd, 3:00 am, tomorrow, or your worse nightmare will appear."
Shit. The mysterious note had no name.
Whatever. It must be fake.
