TheBlackWidow
Jaycee
Derek pulled on his hood as he walked into the coffee shop. He looked like shit and had since the day she left him. He hadn't shaved, payed his bills, gone to work, hadn't gotten one nights worth of good sleep, the one scene haunted him in his dreams replaying different scenarios, He pushed her out of anger after she tryed to help him calm down over a bar fight, her falling down his stairs screaming, the pained grunts that escaped her then the sheering cry from her lips. He had broken her arm and dam near broken her leg.
Derek never went out anymore, everyone use to ask him about her and him, he got sick of it and just stopped walking around the small town. He went from a well known local to unkown, an unrecognized man. He ordered a coffee with the little money he now had. He stiffened when the voice he knew all to well spoke behind him.
Derek never went out anymore, everyone use to ask him about her and him, he got sick of it and just stopped walking around the small town. He went from a well known local to unkown, an unrecognized man. He ordered a coffee with the little money he now had. He stiffened when the voice he knew all to well spoke behind him.