Monday, April 5

Morning Has Broken



I love how they say "girlfriend."

It's been three days. Keith is recovering. I've been staying in the hospital with him making sure he is ok. He is in a stable condition.

The police put a full scale bulletin to search for Danny. Nothing has come up yet. They think he fled the city and will probably be heading toward the border. Like his little stunt shook him up or something. I don't know what is true or not but I can't feel safe knowing he is still out there. Guards were placed on duty at the hospital. I haven't left here in the past few days instead I've been bunkered down with my computer.

Work isn't back in session yet. Carolyn thinks it is wise to wait until events seem to calm down. She is extremely nervous that how having a man constantly harassing the building might scare off customers.

Wednesday, March 31

At The Hospital

I can't even comprehend all this yet. I'm trying to calm down waiting here. So here I'll write what I know

Danny shot Keith. It was late and we were sleeping when we heard the door burst in. We were startled awake to see a man rush into the room. I began to scream but he yelled for us to be quite and gestured at us with a gun. Danny stepped into the light of the t.v that we left on. We were both wrapped into a blanket. I hadn't even put my clothes on.

Keith asked, "What are you doing here Danny."

"Shut up!" he exploded spit shooting off his lips.

I kept trying to shrink away. Keith was pushing me behind him. I was busy wondering where the police were.

"You shouldn't have slept with him. You..you whore!"

Whatever I was about to say was caught in my throat when I looked up and saw his gun pointed right at me.

We were all charged and ready to explode at any movement. My neighbor's door opened and slammed shut. Keith pushed me down and Danny fired the gun hitting him in the shoulder.

Danny turned around and burst out the door. Through the open door I could see my startled neighbor looking in as I yelled to her to call for help.

Keith is in stable condition but I'm still so scared.

Speechless

He shot him. He shot Keith

Tuesday, March 30

Let's do what bunnies do

So Keith and I went home together after Carolyn canceled work. We were personally escorted by some officers to my apartment door. They were doing extensive scans of relevant perimeters after today's scare.

We locked the doors and shut the blades. We started pacing around the apartment making sure everything was in order. Maybe we would find something else we could do to feel safer.

Rachel called and told me that she was going to be over tomorrow after she took care of some business with her family to see if we could find a place to stay. She said we should make plans to go somewhere else first thing in the morning.

We didn't know what to do with ourselves. We were both alert and concerned. We couldn't seem to stay still for more than a moment before one of us would pop up and check a window latch or peek out the shades.

I pulled out a bottle of wine I had saved and suggested that we should take a few drinks to calm down. We tried to force ourselves to be still so we turned on the t.v and sat there. We kept looking back and forth at each other in between scenes of shows. We'd catch each other's eyes for a moment and then look away. Slowly as we drained our cups our glances lingered longer until we kissed. We made love there on the couch in the light of the t.v. We just made love. Now.

I bet he's reading this right now. Go to hell Danny.

Faxes and Freaks

At first work was quiet today. Everyone in the office seemed a little unsure about what happened yesterday. No one was sure if they were safe here. It felt like people thought the closer they were to me the more danger they were in.

Keith could see this upset me and told me not to worry about it in the break room. "People are just a little on edge you know?"

I knew he was right. I was too. I just wanted this to stop. We heard a clamoring of voices start coming from out in the main offices. We looked out the plexiglass window separating us from the work station. Everyone was gathered near the fax machine at the far end of the room. Keith and I opened the door and could hear the screech of a copy machine spitting out papers. We pushed toward the front of the group to see what was attracting so much attention.





These were pouring out of the machine. He faxed them to the office. While I crumpled the paper in my fists and started filling them into the trash can the other fax machines around the office erupted one by one into action. The same messages printing out around the office. This is when Carolyn burst from her office with a handful of papers telling everyone to meet in the conference room.

Carolyn called the police and had everyone go home for the day. Beautiful Break-Up would be closed until further notice.

What are you trying to do to me? I don't want anything to do with you!!

Monday, March 29

FUCK YOU!

Keith and I had come into work together after we made breakfast. Everything was still radiant from last night. It was all I could think about when we went to our separate desks to work away the day.

I was waiting around for a scheduled interview when I got a phone call. I answered it but heard only silence for a few seconds.

"Why did you lie Kat?"

I hesitated for only a second then I slammed the phone against my desk a few times.

I started to scream at the phone. "Why are you doing this?" is what I think I asked. There might have been noise coming from the other end but I'm not entirely sure. I slammed the phone against my desk a few more times before I slammed it off against the hook. I calmed myself before I realized that everyone was looking at me. I tried to look back at everyone who was staring at me. Keith came out of the wall of eyes and directed me into Carolyn's office against a couple of hushed whispers.

Keith was standing before me while I sat opposite of Carolyn. I told Carolyn everything that just happened and she just nodded her head and thought for a moment. She sighed and said this had gone farther than she could take it. She asked us to leave her office and tell everyone to convene in the conference room.

Carolyn walked into the conference a few minutes later and hushed the muted excitement in the room. She told everyone what had been happening over the past few weeks. She said the police were handling the case the best they could but that it was only fair for everyone to know that these things are happening. She encouraged everyone to remain safe and watch out for everyone as best as they could. But we would persevere through this. We would do the best that we could do while the situation is being worked on by the authorities. She asked if anyone had any questions or concerns. No one said anything. After a moment of silence she dismissed everyone

I know you read this you fucker. I hate you. Why are you doing this to me?

Sunday, March 28

Head over Heals

Neither Keith or I had any clients today so he spent the entire day with me in my apartment. We had breakfast and lounged about watching t.v. It was really nice I felt safer around him. He made me feel secure in the madness that was my life at the moment.

Rachel called me in the middle of the day to see if I was doing alright. I told her that I was fine and that Keith was making great company. She said she would see me tomorrow because I was in good hands.

The day slipped away from there. We made dinner and lounged around. Keith suggested that we watch a movie so I made some popcorn. We sat on the couch and snuggled close to eat the popcorn together. The movie ended and I looked up into his eyes.

I told him how fast everything has been moving for me. How afraid I've been. Then I kissed him. We both pulled back and looked a little shocked. We hesitated only for a moment before we locked back together. We kissed for almost ten minutes before we stopped. He held me and I fell asleep on the couch in his arms.

When I woke up he had covered me up and was sleeping on the floor below the couch. I watched him for a few minutes. He was my stability in this chaos. He fixed something that what was wrong inside me. He made me feel something.