When I was in my teenage years, there was a girl. She was my girlfriend, lived next door to me, and I was her first boyfriend. We were together for about four months before she moved away without saying anything to me about it. We never saw each other again nor did we keep in contact. It's been years since but I still think about her every now and then. I wonder how and what she's doing…
+Now+
"Isaac are you awake?" I hear Adam, my best friend, knock on my bedroom door. He's 5'7" in height, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a healthy man.
"What is it, Adam? I just woke up from a nice dream I was having." I roll around in my bed, trying to get comfortable again.
"Was it a wet dream?" I hear him laugh. "Anyways, Emma called. She's upset since you ghosted her yesterday for the date."
"Whatever, I don't care. Let me sleep." I hear silence so I start going back to sleep until someone starts banging on my door.
"What do you mean you don't care!? You are supposed to be my boyfriend!! Unlock your door before I break it down!!!" She bangs my door with every word that comes out her mouth.
I sigh, "Emma, I told you it was a one night thing. Get the fuck out of my house before you regret ever coming in here, looking for me." I get up and start getting dressed. Since crazy lady, Emma, has completely made my sleepiness disappear.
"No! You said you liked me. You said I'm better than the other girls you had!! I asked you to date me and you said yes!!" She bangs on my door again, "open your damn door!!!"
I look at myself in the mirror that's on my bathroom wall. My black hair is messy from sleeping so I brush it with my hands to my liking and I smile as I stare into my hazel eyes in the mirror. I'm so handsome. Then I walk towards my door and open it in time to grab her arm from banging my door again. I see she has tears in her eyes but instead of feeling guilty, I smile at her. "I gave you a warning about banging on my door yet you continued."
She starts crying again and starts yanking her arm, trying to get out of my grip. "Let go of me, you're hurting me."
"Am I? Next time I give you a warning, you should listen." I push her towards the wall opposite of my bedroom and she falls to the floor. Her eyes widened at my mean attitude towards her. "Get out of my house." I glare at her until she quickly stands up and runs out. I turn the corner into the kitchen and glare at Adam. "Really? Now I have to put cameras up in my own house because you suck at giving me a heads up about a crazy bitch being in my home?" I sit on a chair at the table.
He laughs, "sorry, bro. It just all happened kind of fast. You know what would help though? Is not getting with the crazy ones." He smiles at me.
I roll my eyes. "Shut up, I get with whoever I want." I stare at the plate he puts in front of me. "I don't think I want your breakfast anymore. You probably poisoned it." I pick up the fork and start eating the bacon and eggs he cooked for me.
"Your choice." He shrugs and gives me a glass of juice. "Anyways, I'm heading out to classes. See you later."
I nod my head since my mouth is full of food. I'm 24 and own my home. Adam is my roommate/ best friend. As you can see though sometimes he can be a pain in the butt. I met him through college (where he ran off to today), we became friends first then roommates. Anyway, I still go to college with him but I have a side job he doesn't know about. Nobody knows exactly what my job is or how I earn my income but, I like keeping up with my mysterious guy look, you know.
I put my dishes into the sink after rinsing them. "It's already 10:30?" I sigh as I get my phone and backpack ready to go. "Guess I'll stop by Fred's, see if he needs anything." I walk out the door and unlock my car then I drive off.
+Meanwhile +
Jenny brushes her long curly black hair and puts on her makeup. "Were you able to go shopping yesterday!?" Jenny asks Natalie, her roommate/bestie, from the bathroom.
Natalie groans as she struggles to get dressed for work. Unlike Jenny, who keeps her hair down, Natalie always has her hair tied up. Her dirty blonde hair is in a bun today and she only wears eyeliner under her dark brown eyes to make them stand out. "Yes, Jen! The refrigerator is full and ready for you to empty it out! Ugh, how do you walk in these heels!?"
Jenny comes out of the bathroom into the living room where Natalie stands, trying to walk in her heels. "Wow," Jenny smiles as she watches her struggle, "just use your flats, you could at least walk with those. Take off my heels before you break them."
Natalie glares at her but agrees. "Alright, I'm off to work." She says as she puts her flats on.
"Okay, bye!" Jenny yells out to her from the kitchen.
When Natalie arrives at her job, she is asked to go straight into her boss's office. "Mr. Wilson, you asked for me?" She takes a seat across from him.
He looks at her and closes his laptop, "yes. Miss Natalie, I found something interesting I would like you to investigate. Do you remember the lunatic that was known for kidnapping women who cheated on their men? His last piece of 'art' was three planted bombs during the Independence Day parade. He claimed he wanted to take out as many people as he could before dying."
"I remember him, wasn't he around his mid-thirties?" Mr. Wilson nods. "Some people used to call him Jesus because they thought he was doing the right thing by punishing the women."
"Right." He opens his laptop and shows her his screen,"I received this email from a woman claiming that she had his son but gave him away to another lady after he was born. She didn't want him because she detested the guy."
"Why is she opening up about this now? It's been years since his death." She scans her eyes through the email.
"..he raped me and it was too late for an abortion...I gave him away…his name is Nathan Gabriel Marquez…"
"She didn't give a reason. Although, we should see if her story is true before we publish it. I never heard of him having a son when he was alive so she might be lying." Mr. Wilson says.
Nathan Gabriel Marquez...isn't that his name? Memories of her first boyfriend pop up in her mind. She knew no one in the neighborhood liked him but she didn't know why. He was always sweet when he was with her. She never saw him be violent or aggressive towards anyone. He can't possibly be the same guy right? His name...but his name is exactly the same as the one this lady mentioned.
Mr. Wilson starts calling her as he notices her mind is elsewhere. "Miss Natalie?!" He finally gets her attention again and she jumps from her seat.
"What!?" She looks at Mr. Wilson with wide eyes. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry Mr. Wilson, I was thrown into my own world when I saw the boy's name. I knew a boy with that name back in high school."
He stares at her. "Well, I guess you know where to start then. You should go to his old house to see if he still lives there."