(C) Chapter Two: Breaking the Chain I threw my shopping bags on the floor. They hit the ground with a dull thud. I looked down at what was in my right hand. I shook my head. God, I overreact and easily. Sometimes I'm very scared. I walked over to the garbage can, lifted the sliver lid, and threw the bouquet into the dark, shitty abyss. I raised my hand and brought the note closer to my face to read it again.*Haley, I want you to know that I still think about you every day. Everything is fine. Day. I want a second chance. I love you. -Alan*I snorted at the “heartfelt” message. He knew our relationship was over as soon as he slept with that bitch from his work. I think her name was Melissa...I don't care anymore. I threw the paper into the black hole, landing right next to the shameful flowers. I should have known it was him from the start. But no, I have to think that it's some serial killer who leaves me gifts, poems and all this other bullshit, behind which a coward is hiding. Instead of standing face to face with me and telling me what he wrote on that cheap note he bought. Says everything in writing. Away from me so he doesn't have to face the pain of rejection. Once again. I need to stop, think and imagine the worst outcome in every situation I find myself in. I huffed and grabbed my bags and took them upstairs. I hung up my new clothes and placed the sparkly gray dress I would wear tomorrow night on my dark blue chair that sits in the corner of my room. I placed my light gray heels that I bought next to the chair. I prepared the jewelry I would wear with my new dress. I sighed, examining my fashion sense. I looked out the window, past my vibran... middle of paper... Take Hillary, then my dream *would* become my reality. She will be mine. No infernal force could stop me from having it. We are meant to be. I look at myself in the mirror. My dark green eyes were hidden in the darkness. Making them look pure black. More sinister. I smiled. I leaned over the glove compartment and opened it. Taking out a white cloth and some chloroform. Yes, I know, it's old fashioned, but it works like a charm. And it's fast. Before I left I opened the trunk slightly so that when I took her out of the house I could just throw her in the trunk and take her straight to Master. It's a delight for him. I know we prefer brunettes to blondes, but I think he'll make an exception for her. It drives me crazy that Master won't let me tell him a single thing about Haley. Not even his name. He wants to be surprised. And it will be.