I woke up by someone screaming. Body-wrenching, soul-cutting screams. I was sweaty and panting, which meant that I had another nightmare, which also meant that the screams were my own.
I untangled myself from the sheets and leaned back on my pillow, taking large gulps of air. Looking to my left I saw that my bedmate was gone and I hurried up, pulling my boxers on me.
Glancing at the foot of the bed, I saw that her clothes have disappeared. Oh no, you didn’t!
I raced to the leaving room, pulling the door open with more force than necessary. My intuition was correct, glancing through the room, seeing no sign of her still being here.
Fuck,f**k,f**k! A million times f**k! This can’t be happening. I was not done with her. Travis Simpson does not get dumped!
After smacking the nearby chair
