True love fw☆y/n

BOOM

It's been 2 days and the police still hasn't found her. I thought they where professionals but apparently they are just some guys who eat donuts and pretend they are doing something.

Maybe you have noticed that with everything that happened lately I really don't like the police....

I have to find my sister myself! I run outside to my garden shed. I grab my gun (yes I have a gun) and grabbed my car keys. The police gave me some possible addresses off the kidnapper. 3 in total. I ride to the first one, hide my gun in my back pocket of my jeans and put my shirt over it. I ring the doorbell and wait, after 5 minutes a man answered.
"Hey sweetheart, what brings you here?"
"Can we talk inside?"
"Sure!"
We walked inside, the man showed me to the couch and went to get some thee.
"Are you alone?"
"Yes, my wife died a few years ago off cancer. She was too young to have children when she died and after her I never wanted to love someone else, she was my everything and I would never betray her."
The man came back with the thee and sat down, I grabbed my gun and BOOM I shot the man. The weird thing is, I don't feel pain or regret like I thought I would. I feel good and happy and relieved for once!

2nd address, a woman. About 30? She had a husband and 2 kids, I shot them all. First the husband because he was the strongest, after that the 2 kids so she could see her kids die. I waited a few minutes to shoot her because I just loved to see how much she was hurt.

3 th address, I stepped out off my car. Again putting the gun in my back pocket and ringed the bell. A man in his mid 20s opened the door I smirked and walked in. Shooting again and walking out. This time I was laughing! I saw a police car coming my way, I knew they came for me so there was just one thing left to do for me... I grabbed my gun, pointed it towards me and BOOM...

The next day

I wake up, it's 9 am. Fuck! I fell asleep! I ran to my computer and started typing. My password, I go to 'word' open my story... fuck I didn't save the ending! What should I do? I read it again. I have to remake the ending. Great! Days off work and alllll to the garbage can!
"Sweetheart! Are you awake? I made pancakes for my favourite daughter!"
"Mom! You know I'm writing!"
"But sweetheart, all you do lately is writing that stupid book about y/n. Go outside and do something useful in your life for once!"
" finneeeeeeeeee"
"BUT FIRST PANCAKES!"