The Midnight Love

She was everything to me. She was the light of my life, but just as quickly as she could make me smile every morning when i rolled over and saw her, she destroyed me. She took my very soul with her as she packed her suitcases and didnt even glance at me as i begged her to stay, or at least tell me why she was leaving. The beeping taxi outside was enraging me but my body couldnt build the strength to move. her beautiful, curly blonde hair waves by me as she hurried out the door struggling with her luggage.

i mumbled something inaudible to her as she slammed the door behind her. i watched her strut to the taxi as the driver stared at her hour glass body before offering to help her with the bags.

I was still in shock as i sat down on the edge of the bed and looked blankly at the picture of us on the night table. It suddenly ran through my mind that she was too good for me and that this was bound to happen. I layed down, trying to numb myself of the thoughts and memories I had of Isabella.

My best friend Andrew has been calling me for hours now, but i couldnt even bring myself to move my arms and pick up the phone. i groaned as i rolled over finally and checked my phone, 8 missed calls. "damn it" i grumbled under my breath as i dialed Andrew back. "Bobby, i heard what happened" Andrew said before i could realize he had picked up the phone, "yeah, i have no idea what the fuck happened" i replied. "i told you, you shouldve cut your hair bobby" Andrew said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. i pulled a lock of my hair down and noticed it reached a little past my collar bone now, but i loved it. "fuck you, do you want to go get some drinks?" i asked him as i reached for my wallet but made sure i didnt look at the picture of Isabella and I.

"yeah dude, i'll pick you up in 10 minutes" andrew seemed excited about this, "okay, see you in a few" i replied as whole heartedly as i could.

i sat on the couch and tied my shoes, trying to keep my left forearm out of sight so i wouldnt have to look at the tattoo that matched isabella's tattoo.

the door bell rang and i groaned as i lifted myself off the couch reluctantly. i walked to the door slowly and sighed realizing i wasnt actually ready to interact with anybody. as the door opened, Andrew rushed in and lunged for the tv remote. "what the fuck are you doing?" i raised my voice unknowingly and apologized in my head. "youre not gonna fucking believe this shit" andrew said as he turned on the news. "who is that?" he asked me as i looked on the screen and saw a blury picture of a skinny blonde woman. "how the fuck should i know?" i said to him a little confused as to why this was important, people get chased by cops all the time. "look at the god damn tattoo on her back, robert" andrew said sternly, obviously getting a little annoyed with me. i looked a little closer and felt my draw drop open as i lifted my arm to the screen and saw the womans tattoo match mine completly. i looked at andrew as he grabbed me and pulled me out the door and we raced to the car down stairs.

"Holy fucking shit!" i screamed as i almost jumped through the window of the passenger seat trying to get in. "what the fuck did she do!?". Andrew hit the gas as we sped to his house, and as the street lights blurred by us, i felt as though my thoughts were moving just a bit faster.

we finally reached his drive way and i jumped out of the car before he stopped moving it and ran upstairs. andrew followed close behind as we ran into his upstairs bedroom. the room was dark and cold. i didnt realize i hadnt brought a jacket with me on this briskly cold october night. i saw my breath as i tripped over his sneakers on my way to the computer. i grumbled something about him being unorganized as i turned the computer on and he turned the news back on. i searched frantically online for the story but nothing was on yet. the news channel didnt have much of a story either.

"they havent caught her yet, see shes running through those woods, the camera is about to lose her" andrew said giving me the play by play as my mind felt as though it was spinning out of control. "what did she do?" i asked again, and he replied, "shes wanted for the murder of sheriff Holtz.

i fell back on the bed, hoping to god that this was just a dream. i stared out the window at the clear night sky. the crescent shaped moon glistened over us, lighting up the dark room just enough for me to see one of Andrews jackets on the floor. i wasnt much taller than he was, but i was more muscular which meant that this wouldnt fit but i didnt mind as the goosebumps ran up my spine as the chill of the night finally pushed through my recent adrenaline rush.

i looked at the clock and it said 3:22 am. "jesus, dude its late" i groaned at andrew. he didnt say anything, so i sat up and looked at him. he was completly passed out on the floor and snoring. i sighed and dragged him up onto his bed, and i laid out a blanket on the floor and laid down on it.

i looked back out the window towards the smirking moon. ive never been the religious type, but i wondered if he was there, why was the big man up stairs fucking with me? i sighed and shook my head. "i need to sleep" i said outloud to no one in particular. the clock said 4:55am now and i could see the sun coming up. my eyes begged me to close them, but all i could see was her when i shut my eyes. But then as the moon faded from view as the sunlight took over the sky, my eye lids drooped down further and i gave up and surrendered to the depths of my unconscious.

my eyes opened and i noticed i wasnt squinting, probably because there was no light. i rolled over and looked at the clock again and it read 7:13pm. i sat up and rubbed my eyes and looked over at the bed which was empty. i got up slowly and walked out of andrews messy room and looked around the large, marble, hallways for him. he was sitting in the kitchen with the news on when i found him down stairs. "she got away" he sighed as i sat down and stole a fry from him. i frowned and said, "i hope they dont come asking me for answers, i honestly dont know shit". andrew looked up at me questioningly, "you have got to know something bro, you knew her the best of anyone in the world. not to mention you were gonna marry her in 3 wee..." i slammed my first down on the table and made the table shake, "I DONT FUCKING KNOW" i screamed.

i rose from the table trying to calm myself, andrew looked down at his food awkwardly and said, "im sorry dude, i didnt mean to". i looked over at him apologetically, "dont worry man, im just really stressed" i said. i glanced outside and saw that it was dark out, "ive gotta get home andy, give me a ride, will ya?" i asked him. he nodded and grabbed the car keys and we walked in silence to the car.

andrew was always the wealthiest of all the people at school, as i opened the door to his green and black striped camaro i wondered how expensive it was and chuckled to myself realizing i couldnt even afford it in a dream.

the ride home was the least hectic part of the last couple of days for me. after i thanked him for the ride i walked up stairs to my small apartment, and opened the creaky door. i hadnt noticed what a crappy place it was since isabella left, she always made life seem better for me. i proceeded to get undressed and take a hot shower, this seemed the most productive thing to do at the moment since i forgot how to live life without isabella around because we'd been together since grade school. i pushed these thoughts out of my head as i wrapped a towel around my waist and didnt even bother drying my hair. i tied it back in a ponytail and walked to the living room. the black leather couch looked more like a blackhole without bella sitting there smiling at me. i grunted and cursed myself for thinking that as i sat down on the couch and turned on the tv to drown out the street noises.

i watched the sports highlights for a while before hearing knocking noises coming from my bedroom. i got up slipping on underwear and pants as i walked towards the room and slowly pushed the door open. it creaked slightly as i peered into a pitch black room. i flipped the light switch on the wall and saw nothing but the bed and night table just the way i had left it. i heard another knocking noise on the window and walked over to it and opened it.

the sudden rush of cold air made me shiver and made the hair on the back of my neck raise as i realised i didnt put on a shirt. i leaned my head out the window regardlessly and at the bottom of the building was a bald man with a large black leather jacket and slacks on. he stared up at me for a while, and i stared back wondering what could possibly be going on. he then motioned for me to come down stairs. "who are you? what are you doing?" i asked him and he looked puzzled as though i should know who he was. "im alex, will you please come down stairs? we have much to discuss regarding you and your dearly beloved" he said. i pushed my eye brows together furiously, "what did you just say?" i asked angrily. "robert" he said to me sternly. "its bobby" i said back just as coldly. "bobby, if you want to help bella, you need to come with me... now"