...Just The Way You Are... [COMPLETED]

VII

~Gabe P. O. V. ~

The warehouse.

My alarm goes off and I realize that I didn't shut it off. I hit the alarm looking beside me Ashley is still passed out. Getting out I stand hovering over Ashley. Capturing this image in front of me. Mesmerizing her flaws and perfections. Leaning down I tuck a strand of loose hair behind her ear. Her light pink lips, her clear skin with no make-up.

The Rohypnol should have stop working by now. She is probably just sleeping. Turning away from Ashleys body I see a book in her bedside table. Pulling the drawer open and taking the book in one hand closing the drawer with the other. It is a plain black colour and suits its owner very well. Opening the book on its first page I start to read:

May this book find you well. Write your stories and everyday experiences. Live life to its fullest. And don't forget that I love you.

Love Danielle.

The book is from her best friend. I turn the page.

Dear diary. She decided on making it a diary.
I met someone today. His name is Gabe. He is flawless. It was definitely love at first sight.

The first day I saw her. Placing my index finger on my chin I remember how I saw her she was wearing a black mini skirt showing all her curves with a baby blue shirt neatly tucked in. Black heels showing off her beautiful small feet.

He has black hair and has the most beutiful ice blue eyes. His lips are a light pink natural of course. I think he might be the one. He is completely opposite from me. He is just what I need.
Peace diary.

Just what she needs? What happened to her? Anyway! I thought that she would be a beautiful collection. Those eyes would be one of a kind in the set of collections I already have. Just beautiful.

Being ripped from my thoughts I feel cold hands around my neck. I'm a dead man.

Quickly realizing what is going on. I see Ashley in front of me wanting to kiss me. "morning ba-" she stops mid sentence and looks at my hands. She notices where I am in this small black book. Grabbing it from my hands she throws it across the room. Now I'm a dead man walking. "where did you get that?" she asks with her hands on her hips. "where you left it." I simply reply.  "What did you read?" she questions. "Not much." I say. Get ready to put on the game face. "You read something. That face gives away everything." she says to me, little does she know I have a games face. "well just that you were checking me out the first day you saw me. And that you were co-koo crazy about me. Oh and..." before I can continue she has her over my mouth. Giving out a fake laugh she removes her hand from my mouth. "Are you sure that is all?" she asks with a serious expression plastered over her face. "Yes I am sure that is all that I have read." knowing that she doesn't want me to snooping around in that book. Gives me the urge to read more.

"No breakfast today?" Ashley asks. "No I'm on my way out. I just want to get dressed and then I'm off." I say not mentioning what my plans are for today.
Mental check list:
Hardware store to get supplies.
Warehouse decarations
Coming back to get Ashley
Going back to warehouse
Murder Ashley
Sleep tonight.

I grab a plain black Jean from the dresser and a white towel shirt. While pulling the shirt over my head I feel Ashleys hands on my bear stomach. "Why in a rush?" she asks. Her eyes dilated. I don't really know the side effects of this new drug but I'm sure horney is the greatest side effect. "I have to get going Ashley." I say in a serious tone. She didn't move a inch. I try to move past her but she is not letting me go. "Ashley!" I say more harsh. She moves, lust is replaced with sadness. No please not this. I have to get out of here. I walk to the door grabbing my keys. Without saying good bye I'm out of the door and on my way to the car. I'm not using this drug again.

Rushing to the hardware store. I'm past schedule and everything is not falling into place.

Parking on one of the empty spots. I speed walk into a general hardware store. This is the first time I will be shopping here. I hope they have all the things I'm searching for. Moving onto the first aisle I grab the small appliances needed for this big event. From cable ties to nails to keep some of the things in place.
Next aisle: nothing major just the heavy duty plastic bags, and one big roll of heavy duty plastic to cover the whole place with.
Next aisle: gloves, saws, coveralls.

"is that all for you sir?" the girls behind the counter asks me. "yes."
Admiring her eyes. I can see her spread out on one of my tables.

She hands me the slip and I'm off.
Unpacking everything into the trunk from the small thing to the big roll of plastic. Making sure I got everything here. Slamming the trunk shut. I forgot the most important thing at home. Getting into the car I slam the door as if it was meant to fit on the other side. Flooring the petal to get to the apartment. Ignoring Ashleys hello. I rush to my study grabbing the silver box resting my side table. Ashley appears in the door way. "Why in such a rush?" she asks. "something is wrong on one of my drawings. I have to go to the company and fix them." I say to her pushing her to the side. "It's not needed to be so damn rude!" she shouts with the attitude I became fond of. "You can at least say goodbye and not just rush out of the darn door. Gabe this is unacceptable." she says in a serious tone.
I find myself with the loss of words. I stand staring into her eyes. Wanting to say something but also not wanting to say something.

I take a step closer to her. She takes a step back. Placing the case on the floor. Taking another step toward her. She takes two steps back this time, bumping into the book shelf. I take a big step closing the space between us. My hands find their way to her hips. I hear her gulp and wanting to say something. I know the drugs side effects are still in act.

~Time skip~

I get out of bed. Picking up my shirt from the ground. Pulling it over my head I make my way to my study where I placed my silver case. After grabbing the case I grab a apple from the kitchen and head for the door.