I love him. God, I love him so much.
I walked into Bain's house. Our house. I called for his name, expecting an answer. Instead, I recived complete silence. Where could he be? He's supposed to be home by now. I strided to the couch in his living room, sat, and waited. I waited for my soul-mate.
-2 hours later-
I heard the front door open; I sprung up, happy to see Bain. "Thank God, you're home!" I exclaimed and threw myself into his arms. "I was begining to get worried."
He slightly pushed me off of himself and placed his belongings onto the counter in the kitchen. Then, Bain looked at me with harsh blue eyes, "Why are you here, Silvia?" I tilted my head to the left.
"I wanted to see you, silly! I haven't been able to see to in so long becuse you've been working so much." I explained slowly walking toward Bain with every word.
Now this is where I really started to get confused. Bain started walking away from me and held his hand up as if he were scared of me. Why would Bain be scared of me?
"Just get the hell out, Silv. I don't want to cause any trouble." Bain stated calmly, slowly lowering his hands down to either side of him. "We can work this out. It can all be okay. Just leave, and never look back."
"No! I'm not leaving! We are in love, and no one..." I began to raise my voice. "NO ONE is taking me away from you!!! Don't you remember the day we met?" I cooled down and dropped myself back onto the couch. "March 10th, this year. Not too long ago actually. You walked into that little, crappy coffee shop, and I knew that you were mine since i first set my eyes on you."
I patted a spot the couch next to me, offering Bain to sit beside me. He refused. "Get... The Hell... Out!!!" Bain yelled, thundering toward me. I shot up once again.
"NO" I cried, hurling a statue of an angel at Bain's head. He dropped to the carpet from the impact. I plopped myself on top of him, and kept smashing the angel into his skull. His crimson blood splattered all over me, leaving a thick coat of blood on my face and used to be white dress. I stopped pounding his face in, and got off of the cold, lifeless body on the floor. I'm done.
