A Killers Heart Stolen

Chapter 5

"Blaine," I whisper. when I see his face. My ex. I mean we dated for 2 years but I hate him, wait no, I loathe him. If I could I would shoot him right here right now I would. I wish that I had never dated him and I act as if I didn't.

"Hey babe." He gives me this sly smile that I hate.

"Don't you ever call me that. How the fuck did you find me?" I spit at him.

"Well that's a welcome. Won't you invite me in?" I reluctantly do it and I put a gun laser on him, a little security scare tactic.

"Really with the gun on me?"

"Yes."

"I know we didn't leave on goood terms, but...." I don't let him finish.

"GOOD TERMS?! Are you kidding? You sabbatosged my operation just so you could collect the pay check. That is not even close to good terms. You have got some nerve showing up here. Why the hell would you huh? Why the fuck did you think that you could just waltz in here?" I am so close to pulling my gun out and shooting him here and disposing of his body on the beach; possibly even the ocean.

"Cause I heard you moved out and I thought I would come and see if things were still as toxic as I left it the last time, and it is. I am leaving but I will be back, you can count on that." He gives me wink and let's himself out.

I turn off the laser and put the gun up. The look on my face is what you look like after you have seen a ghost. Hating him is something that exhasts me and being around him makes me weak. I hate him and I never loved him but I have never gotten over the fact that he played me.

I fall to my knees and my beathing gets shallow. I see the gift he left. How the hell did I not notice the gift. It's a chrysanthimum, the flower he always brought me when we were dating, that signified that by the time it died he would be back. This one was still a bud, so I know that I had a while. I just stay in that position for a long while.

I hear a quite knock on the door and I see jeans but my attention is still on the god damn fucking flower. I hear words out of the mouth of whoever it is but they don't register. The look on my face lets them know that there is soomething wrong.

I finally begin to come out of my trance, "Kaira, talk to me what happened? Babe your killing me here," I see the look on his face and it's pain.

"He knows where I am." Is all I sqeak out.

"Who? Who knows? Kaira, you are killing me. Talk please."

"Jeremy can we leave now." I say. He grabs my purse and pulls me by my waist to the elevator.

We make it down stairs and my face is blank of all expression. He leads me to the cafe where we were this morning. He sits me down and scoots next to me in the booth. He puts his arm around my waist again and I lean my head on his shoulder.

"You wanna talk now?" he asks and I nod.

"My ex found me."

"I know that's bad but why is it bad enough that you reacted that way?"

"Cause when I broke up with him it was really bad. We broke up cause he played me just to get ahead. He dated me for a year. I wouldn't have acted like I did if he didnt leave me a momento."

"What's that?"

"A chrysanthimum. When we dated it was a reminder that when it died that he would be back that day or close to it. I loathe him and seeing him is like bringing back a ghost. " There are no words to say how much I never want to see him.

"I promise, I won't let him hurt you like he did again," I don't know why, but I believe him.

I snuggel into his shoulder and it's just comfortable. He decides to get up and get the coffee to go.