I couldn't help but skip as I walked towards the home of me and my husband of five years, Alan.
I arrive at the door, but I immediately get a bad feeling. Hmmm that's weird...
I'm surprised when the door opens easily.
Where is Alan?! Feeling panicked I searched all over and finally arrived at out bedroom.
I open the door and dropped the groceries. My voice sounded weak as I called out.
Alan was making out with another woman.
Alan was shocked as he scrambled to explain.
I threw an apple at him. "Save it you piece of crap!" "Did our relationship mean nothing to you?!" "What hurts more is you never told me" "breaking up is better than this!"
I didn't say a word as I ran out, ignoring his shout.
Tears slipped down my face as I ran. Then I tripped.
I heard honking and turned my head fast. I tried moving but I was frozen like a deer.
I felt pain as I was hit by the truck. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was Alan.
"I hate you" I muttered.
