"If you can make a woman laugh, you can make her do anything."
― Marilyn Monroe
𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕:
Where the hell is she?!
I called her nineteen times!
Nineteen fucking times and she didn't pick up not once.
I texted her fifty-seven times.
I face-timed her.
And then, I went to her apartment.
She wasn't there and neither was her car.
I called again.
Nothing.
I drove around town and found her car on the side of the road.
Her tires were spiked.
And there was a note in the driver's seat.
The note read,
"Vincent, It's Jeremy! Remember me? You killed the love of my life, and now I've got yours! I wonder what I'll do to her? So many options! I'll be waiting for you at 1323 Krystalyn Blvrd. Come alone or the girl dies."
I'm going to murder a shit ton of people.
I called Phineas immediately, knowing he sees her as his little sister.
"What the hell do you want?! I was about to get laid!" He whined
"Jeremy took Haiyley."
Silence.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?!"
"You heard me,"
"I'm going to kill him, Vincent!"
"Before we plot his murder, let's go find my fucking girl! If we don't find her within 48 hours, I'm ripping everyone's fucking heads off!"
And then I hung up.
That bitch Jeremy is gonna get it.
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Stolen Innocence
Romance"Vinny, stop it! You're going to kill him!" He suddenly stopped and looked at me breathing heavily, "That's the point."
