Arthur was happily married to Francene. Or so he thought. Until his 13th night after getting married.
Arthur woke up, sweaty and cold. His forehead, damp like his pants (he peed himself). He had a nightmare, that he was being cheated on by his loving wyfe. little did he know, that nightmare was a reality. He looked to his side. There was a lack of something; in his ❤️, and on the bed.
Where was Franceene?
Arthur swallowed hard. His saliva like a steel bullet, climbing its way down his throat. His eyes darted across the room. Francene's purse was also gone. Proving she left with her own volition. Arthur bent down and let out a large, airy sigh. He picked up the phone. He dialed the numbers. The brain.
The brain did not pick (makes sense, as it three ay em)
Arthur shed a single, salty tear. And went back to sleep.
