Alex
My eyes roamed around the property taking in the absence of security team I had placed here before leaving. My blood raging I stride into the house to confront the arsehôle who had been lying to me about everything being okay. Because I knew it in my gut that something wasn’t okay. Something had happened. Something bad. And the ugly truth of it was, I knew I was responsible for it. As I went into the house and crossed the living room I knew she wasn’t here. The stillness and the quiet of the house as I moved to the staircase told me that in fact no one was here.
By the time I reached the bedroom, I was itching to grab my knîfe and kill someone, preferably one with the last name of King. The fûcking arsehôle. I looked at the mess that used to be my room, everything was on the floor,
