"Michael let go of me" I said snatching my arm away from him
I hopped out of his truck and I walked down the parking lot.
"Farah.. get over here now" he yelled
I heard his penny loafers clicking on the ground and I felt his arms wrap around me
"Michael please.. just let me go" I slowly said crying in his arms
He turned me around and pulled me close to him. My hands held into the back of his neck and his hands traveled down my back.
"You know I love you farah" he whispered in my ear
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10 years later
"I-I didn't see him after that day.. I was so lost inside I didn't know what to do with myself" I told my therapist (Rachel)
"Farah" she put her hand on my leg
"It's ok to think about him but you need to get back on your feet.. stop making him as an excuse"she said
"I have a fucking job and an apartment..what do you want me to do" I said
"Farah but you're constantly having mental breakdowns in public.. that's something you can't do" she explained
"Racheal..I can't control that, I miss him and I don't know where he is at the moment.. it's been a decade and he's been gone since then, I think about him every other day, I almost fucking drove off of bridge it was that intense"
She paused and gave me a worried look
"Farah we'll find him I promise ok?" She said
"Don't guarantee that" I said
I got up and walked out and shut the door behind me. I went into the elevator and went down to the lobby. I went into the parking lot and walked up to my black Toyota seeing my fellow friend Roderick propped on my trunk
"Long time no see Farah" he said with his arms
I went in and gave him a hug
"What are you doing here rod" I asked him
"I'm here to ask you for my help" he said
I crossed my arms and tucked my hair behind my ear
"Rod I don't know if you could help there's no telling where my husband is" I said
I grabbed my shoulder and looked me dead in my eyes
"Farah..I know a way you'll just have to believe in me" he said grabbing my hand
I looked to my left as my long jacket blew in the wind.
"Uh....ok..ok I'll let you just don't...give up on me" I told him
"It'll never happen ok?" He said
I got in my car and drove out of the parking lot
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I walked up to my apartment door and opened it up being filled with smoke. I waved my hand in the air and walked to my sister's room and she was at the table smoking a cigarette
"Lyna" I called
She slowly turned around and her eyes looked drowsy. She put her cigarette in the ash tray and got up from the chair
"What Farah?" She questioned with an attitude
"When is this gonna stop dammit" I said throwing my purse on the bed
She looked at me and laughed
"When you.....stop being... a lil bitch" she said slowly
"Excuse me?" I said waking up to her
"Every since Michael been missing you stop caring about me.. he's gone Farah.. what part of that you don't understand Eugene "
"Don't call me that" I pointed my finger in her face
"Why not that's what mama gave you as a nickname.. when She was rocking you to sleep she would be like "goodnight Eugene" she said
"That was mama's pimp name" I blurted
She looked up and her face frowned
"Mama is gone..you can't make that as an excuse anymore as to why you're strung out on drugs" I said and walked out of the room
I went to the couch and layed down on the couch and turned on the tv to cnn news
"Another couple dead in the city" I said to myself
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Next day
I knocked on Rachael's door and she opened with confused look on her face
"Farah I thought you didn't need that help?" She asked
I walked inside and down on the couch
"Why you think I came back" I questioned her
She sat down with a cup of tea and put it beside me
"Farah you need to tell me the whole story about Micheal. I can't help you unless you tell me" she said crossing her legs
I took a deep breath and rubbed my head in frustration
"He dealt with this guy named James ratcroff.. he was a criminal and I remember Michael telling me that he owed him thousands of dollars"I told her
"Did you talk to this jimmy guy before" she asked
"Over the phone but it was about Michael's dad.. joe" i explained
"Farah?...do you know where Michael is?" She asked
I gave her confused look
"I get it" I laughed
"What are you talking about Farah" she said crossing her arms
"You think I had something to do with his disappearance do you?" I said to her
"I didn't say that-
"Well that's what it sounds like here" I yelled
"You were the last person that was with him the night before he disappeared.. that's the only reason why I'm asking you" she said layed back in the seat
How can I ever forgive myself
"That night.. me and him was at the bar because it was our five year anniversary.. we got to arguing in the parking garage" I told her
She sat up in the seat and asked me that question
"What was the argument about?"
"Why is that important" I rudely asked
"Because Farah.....maybe the topic of that argument may have led him to disappear so soon" she explained
"No that's not it.. we slept in the same bed that night..if it was that bad he would've left that night"
She looked out the window and looked back at me.
"You need to rethink everything and tell me what the hell that argument was about alright..now get the hell out of my office" she said pointing to the door
"So kicking your own patient out of your own office is a sign of helping them?" I questioned
"You're not telling me the truth Farah"she yelled
"You knew Michael did you.. were you guys intimate?"
She looked at me with disgust
"That's something you don't need to know"
"That's my husband I need to know if my own therapist was fucking him or not" I said
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Part 2 guys? First story on here like comment and vote👍🏾😁