(C) Chapter Two: Breaking the ChainI threw my shopping bags on the ground. They hit the ground with a thud. I looked at what was in my right hand. I shook my head. My God, I react too easily. I am sometimes very afraid. I walked over to the trash can, lifted the silver lid, and tossed the bouquet into the dark abyss of shit. I raised my hand and brought the card to my face to read it again.*Haley, I want you to do this. know that I still think of you every day. Each. Day. I want a second chance. I love you. -Alan*I snorted at the “felt heart” message. He knew our relationship was over as soon as he got into bed with that slut from his work. I think her name was Melissa…I don’t care anymore. I threw the card into the dark hole, landing right next to the shameful flowers. I should have known it was him all along. But no, I have to think it's a serial killer who leaves me gifts, poems and all this other bullshit behind which a coward hides. Instead of coming face to face and telling me what he wrote on that cheap card he bought. He says everything in writing. Away from me so he doesn't have to face the pain of rejection. Once again, I need to stop overthinking and imagining the worst outcome in every situation I find myself in. I huffed, picked up my bags and carried them upstairs. I hung up my new clothes and put the sparkly gray dress I was going to wear tomorrow night on my dark blue chair that sits in the corner of my room. I put on my light gray heels that I had bought next to the chair. I arranged the jewelry where I went with my new outfit. I sighed, examining my fashion sense. I glanced out the window, past my vibran... middle of paper... Take Hillary, then my dream *would* become my reality. She will be mine. No force in hell could stop me from having him. We're supposed to be. I look at myself in the mirror. My dark green eyes were hidden in the darkness. Making them pure black. More sinister. I smiled. I leaned over to the glove box and opened it. Take out a white cloth and some chloroform. Yeah, I know it's old fashioned, but it works wonderfully. And it's fast. Before going out, I popped the trunk slightly that way, when I took her out of the house, I could just throw her into the trunk and take her straight to Master's house. It's a treat 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 he will be.