Short stories

The leftovers

His eyes were blue like the deepest oceans, his hair was as black as the darkest night, he was the perfect man and this is the story of why I left him.

We had been dating for a few weeks at that point. His honeyed words always made me come back wanting for more. All of the dates had been at restaurants. When I had suggested we go elsewhere, he always came up with excuses. Which made me a bit suspicious but I didn't mind. After the 6th or 7th day he invited me over to his house. Which I happily agreed to.

It had taken quite a while to get there but I didn't mind, because this night will be amazing. Once we had gotten there, I was bit nervous. But he assured me that if I had more to drink I would be fine. So I started walking over to the refrigerator. STOP! He yelled. Then he insisted that he will get the drinks. This scared me but after a few drink I had forgotten. Nothing had happened that night which I would later thank.

 Once he had fallen asleep I snuck into the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I was drink the water something was pulling at the back of my mind. Why did he get so defensive around his fridge. So I had decided to check things out for myself. As I was walking in the direction of the fridge. My heart was beating faster and faster.bum bum. The closer I gotten the louder and faster it was. Bum Bum.  What could be in there. BUM BUM.  What is he hiding. BUM BUM. I open and I see the most horrences sight. The leftovers from all of our dates, the smell was like a dead animal, most of the food had mold. The oldest I'm pretty sure had bugs crawling in and out of the meat. After several minutes of gaging, I grabbed my things and left. I blocked him on all contacts. Just hope I don't hear or see that perfect voice and perfect face. For if I did I would surely regorge everything in my system.