FATAL ATTRACTION | n. jones

TWO.

2:16 a.m.
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Montell stared up at the popcorn textured ceiling of his darkened room. Small amounts of moonlight snaked through his closed blinds, throwing rectangular silhouettes on the tan carpet and the cream-colored walls. The problem with that was the fact that Montell liked his room being pitch black. He debated on throwing a blanket over the sheer curtain but decided against it.

Montell laid in his bed and tried sleeping, but the loud music that flooded from the apartment next door into his bedroom made that impossible. Normally, he wouldn't have a problem with his neighbors and their loud music. He liked the songs they played most of the time, sometimes he would even find out about new artists from the music next door. Tonight was different, however. Seeing Katana in the club had put a damper on his mood so he wasn't up for walking around his apartment and singing love songs.

Montell groaned as he sat up and turned on the lamp on his nightstand. He rubbed his eyes as he got out of bed and turned on the TV. He wanted to come home and go straight to bed, but now he was up with thoughts of the woman he loves raking his mind.

Montell sat on the edge of his bed as a rerun of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air played on the television in front of him. He tried his best to concentrate on the show, but the thoughts zooming around in his head prevented him from doing that. He went from thinking about how they met, to the first time they said their 'I love yous,' and everything else in their relationship. Then he started thinking about their breakup, what happened tonight, and those thoughts quickly changed to murderous ones.

Montell diverted his gaze away from the television to the closet where he kept his gun. He got off of the bed and slowly walked towards the closet. The moonlight shined giving him a perfect view of what he was looking for.

His gun case.

He picked up the gun case and admired the weight of it in his hands. Montell then walked back over to his bed, dropping the gun case. He dropped to his knees and opened the case, revealing his Desert Eagle. Montell only got the gun so he could show it off. He thought that by having a gun, no one would mess with him. Never in his whole life had he thought about killing anyone with a gun. He didn't even think about killing a person in general. Or at least he never did until today.

Montell wickedly smirked as he stood up and walked over to his nightstand. He placed the gun on his nightstand and laid on his pillow.

"I'll make her want me back. I don't care what it takes."