Rachel leaned up against the wall by the back door, arms crossed as she watched the drunken patrons mill about the bar. It had been six months since Bryan disappeared, she had been questioned thoroughly and quite often by several police officers, as well as a few detectives. Her story remained the same, he went to bed with that hussy, she saw him once again when he went to the bathroom, then she never saw him again. That was close enough to the truth and so easy to remember that she could repeat

“Can you get a room?” Rachel asked as she glared at the two making out on the couch, she wasn’t sure how long they’d been engaged in tonsil hockey, but it was getting to be borderline ridiculous.’

“Or maybe you can go to yours.” Bryan grated as he broke the kiss from the slutty brunette he was making out with.

“This is the living room, not a bedroom. Go fuck the slut back there.” She grated as

    
He sat quietly in the waiting room, idly flipping through Facebook as he waited for the time to pass. He was a few minutes before his massage therapist finished with her previous client, and his appointment wasn’t for another 30 minutes, but he was always happy to sit and chat while he waited on her to set up, and she was always gracious to give him an extra few minutes for being a consistent customer.


 

    
John slammed on his horn, trying desperately to navigate through the traffic. He peered at his phone through the barrage of texts his psychotic ex Rachel had sent him.


    



    
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