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.