My Man

Chapter 1- "Rough Day, Huh?"

2 weeks.
It's been 2 weeks since Lars Moretti walked out of my life. And what have I done in these two weeks?

Slept. Ate. Watched cheesy movies. Ate more. Stared out my window for countless hours. Online shopped, then instantly returned everything.

I've been miserable. But there's no way I can be with a killer.

'Right?' I ask the question in my head. Shaking off the doubt, I return to my hopeless job search.

Of course I left Black Ink after the breakup. Lars tried to email me to let me know I can stay working for him, but it's too painful to think of him, let alone see him.

"Ugh this is hopeless!" I sigh out loud. The last thing I feel like doing is finding a job.

Giving up, I turn back to the tv that has been replaying 'The Office' for the billionth time.

I reach for my pizza, only to realize I've eaten all of it already.

"Damn it!" I yell.

I change out of my PJ pants and put on actual sweatpants and slide a bra on. Throwing on a baggy sweatshirt, I pull on my slip on vans and leave my apartment.

I walk mindlessly to the store.

Once I arrive, I grab a basket and head straight for the bakery.

"Oh these look good," I grab a dozen doughnuts.

I grab a pack of Oreos, some Ben and Jerry's ice cream, and wine and head to checkout.

The cashier is looking at my choice of clothing, and the items she is ringing up. I look at her, not caring at all.

"Rough day, huh?" She says sympathetically with a half smile.

I snort, "try rough month."

She laughs politely and I pay for my embarrassing assortment of groceries.

Later that Night.

"Seriously, Brielle. You need to get off that couch and do something. Why don't you come visit me in L.A.?" My best friend, Claire says over FaceTime.

"That's so much work..." I complain, completely unmotivated.

Claire rolls her eyes. "Seriously, I get your depressed and sad but you need to get your ass off the couch. I'll even book your ticket."

I hear a rock hit my window, startling me.

"Uh, Claire. I'll call you back." I hang up and walk slowly over to my window.

Looking out, I see a familiar silhouette walking away.

'Oh no, he's here. He's found me,' I think, the blood in my veins turning ice cold.

My ex. My dangerous ex has found me.

Picking up my phone, I text Claire.

'Book me the first flight out.'

'Yay!!!!!! Okay! What about 6 am out of JFK?'

'Perfect!'

I throw my phone on my bed and start packing.

Scared out of my mind, there's only one person I would feel safe with. There's only one person I wish was here, holding me.

Lars Moretti.