My Fault?

My alarm blares and I sigh, rolling over and turning it off. I look over and Karen isn’t in her bed. Her bed is still made and tighty. When she told me not to wait up, I didn’t think she meant she wouldn’t come home. This has never happened before.

I sit up and check my phone. I have three messages, I read the first one which is from Mark, “Good morning gorgeous. I hope you slept well. I was wondering if I could take you to breakfast Sunday morning.” I smile at the message and type my reply, “Hello, handsome, I did sleep well.” My body tingles and I remember how Mr. Landa’s tongue made me feel. I sigh as I think this over; Sunday is supposed to be a big day. It’s the day I hope this nightmare ends.

“I would love to do breakfast, but I do have afternoon plans.” I hit send and continue to the next message which is from Daniel, “BITCH, TGIF. We ARE GOING OUT TONIGHT, PERIOD. Meet me in the commons this morning, I got you a treat.” I smile and reply, “See you soon, BIATCH!”

The last mess