It has been a long time!

I have had the urge to blog for some time now. I am very excited to start doing this and I hope that it becomes a regular occurrence. I would like to start story series to where a new part comes out ever so often. I hope that you enjoy it and it will be very interesting as I take stuff from fiction and mix it with fact.

Part I: The Rage

He slammed the door on 121 Walnut Street with great force. If made of glass, the door would have shattered into a million mirrors on the ground. Mind and feet racing he made it to his truck and fumbled with his keys. Adrenaline pumped through his veins. He could feel the heat rushing over him though it was a cold night.

Slamming the keys into the ignition he felt the truck spring to life. Revving it up to meet his intensity at once, he felt the pure power he harnessed in the Ford F150. The two became one as he sped off down the dark and uninhabited road. He replayed the movie in his head over and over again. He knew he was right and that she was so wrong. The more he thought of their argument the more he angered for her to feel his pain. To feel the pain he felt when she blamed him for all that was wrong in there seven year marriage.

Paying attention to his thoughts and not the winding road in front of him his truck lost control. The last thing he remembered was slow motion. At this point he knew that the only thing in the whole entire world he wanted was to tell her that he loved her! God, help me!

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Sitting on her couch and brushing her face of tears, she wallowed in disbelief of what just happened! She feels exhausted and drained of every ounce of strength. The one thing left is her contempt for the man she calls her true love. Getting mad at her thoughts she screams and tosses a vase across the room. The vase explodes into a thousand tiny sparkles on the floor. Amazingly this does not make her feel better. If anything she fells out of control. Slumping down on the couch she stares into the black night and fills her mind with regrets about the last seven years.

All at once her body is jolted awake by the sound of her cell phone ringing. Fighting with her self she decides not to pick it up and throw it out the window or break it in to a million pieces just like the vase. Gathering her courage she makes the slow walk towards the phone. "Get your self together," she tells herself! Picking up the phone she notices that it is not his number. This crushes her spirit even more that has not called yet. Flipping it open the voice on the other end makes her speechless. The voice on the other end makes her cry all over again.

End of Part I*******
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