To Infinity... [COMPLETED]

Chapter 8: Should've Been There

Saturday May 26, 2018 - Miami Beach, Florida

3:15 AM

Desi POV

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This is what it sounds like when I sleep...I think. I don't care what Joe says, I totally do not snore...anymore. If I do snore it's because his insatiable ass tired me out from all the sex he insists on giving me; that man's got a problem. Maybe he's a pornstar; he should be with that body, hot damn, that man gives me the sweats every time he shows up. That hair, that face, those arms, those thighs, his chest, his lips, his di—"

*CRASH*CLING*

Dafuq??

What the fuck?! Did someone really just bust my window?!

I grab my phone, quickly hop out of bed, and crawl underneath it. I figure I have some time before this intruder finds his way up the stairs and to me and I thank my lucky stars that I have the habit of sleeping with my door closed. I dial 9-1-1 and my call is instantly answered.

"911, what's your emergency?"
"My name is Desmin Wu and someone has broken into my home. My address is 618 86th St, Biscayne Point, Miami Beach. Please hurry."

I hang up the phone and dart from under the bed into the bathroom. I pull out one of the drawers and slip on a pair of latex gloves to keep from getting my fingerprints on anything from this point on until this asshole is detained. Stepping back out into the bedroom, I hear footsteps coming up the stairs and I run back to hide behind the bathroom door. It's super dark in my bedroom except for when a car passes by. The intruder finds his way into my room and tip toes around, probably suspicious at the fact that no one is in this bed that's clearly been slept in. He makes his way towards the bathroom and my heart is racing, my mind not too sure what to do next but my body jumping into action as the man in all black locks eyes with me in the mirror as a car drives past the building and briefly illuminates the bedroom and the area in front of the bathroom. He raises his gun but before he can do anything more, I push the door hard into his face and he stumbles backwards. I find myself flying at him, throwing right hook after left hook after roundhouse kick after jab until he's pushed up against the wall. I catch a glimpse of the pistol he was holding now on the floor and I kick it away from us before kicking him in the junk.

"Ow! Fuck! You crazy bitch!"
"You break into my home and I'm the crazy bitch? Ha, ya damn right I'm a crazy bitch."

With all my strength, I pick him up from his collar, drag him from the bedroom, and send him tumbling down the stairs. I quickly run back to get the gun and I run downstairs just in time to see him trying to crawl for the door. I kick him in his side and get him in a choke hold with the gun held to his temple.

"Y'know, I'm licensed to have one of these, I just don't have one; maybe I'll just keep yours."
"Bet you won't use it, though."
"You right, I won't because when you get released from jail I need you to remember which bitch to not fuck with but don't get it twisted; I'll bust a cap in ya spine so fast your grandchildren will be vegetables. Don't test me prick."

I press the firearm harder to his temple, relishing in the feeling of his body trembling in fear and we stay like this until the authorities arrive.

Saturday May 26, 2018 - Miami Beach, Florida

10:00 AM

Joe POV

I lie in bed, bored and ignored while my wife gets herself ready to take the kids to see her parents. She invited me to go with them but her parents and I don't mesh well, never have but I didn't care as long as I was with her and now I find myself thinking about life without her as my wife and if they would hate me more or less. And the answer is...