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I think hard, trying to figure out where she might have gone. If she’s not here and headed out, then my guess is that she didn’t see the note at all. My guess would be that she’s upset and feels abandoned. She probably woke up and found that I was gone, and without the context of that note, she’d have every right to be upset. We shared a night of utter passion, after all.
She must be hurting right now if she thinks I left her like that. Questioning what she did wrong. I have to think what she might do, what she might think. It’s possible she might have gone out searching for some way to numb the pain…or even revisit the place where this all started. It can’t hurt to look.
I jump into the car and begin to drive toward the bar where I picked her up. That’s the one place I can imagine her going to. I may only have known her a few days, but I already feel like I can predict how she moves, how she thinks. If I’m right, then I’ll be able to find her and explain myself. If I’m wrong, then I’ll come back to her apartment and wait for her there.
I’ll wait as long as I need to, to make sure she sees me and understands what happened.
I’ll find some way to get to her. I have to.
I can’t live without her.
She might be upset with me, but I can fix that. I hate that I left her and might have caused a misunderstanding. But I’ll do anything to salvage this. Whatever it takes I will fix this and never be apart from her again.
She’s mine.
She’s the one who I’m going to be with for the rest of my life.
She’s the only woman on earth who can make me drive like a madman through the city of New York. The only one who can make my body come alive. The only one who I’ve ever wanted, and the only one I’ll ever want. This is meant to be, and I’m not letting this go.
Ever.
As I approach the bar, I scan the sidewalk for any sign of her, but I don’t see her. Frustrated, I park the car and storm inside the bar, looking around for her. It’s clear to me almost right away that she’s not here. She lights up every room she walks into, and this room is ridiculously dull without her in it.
I head back outside, fists clenched. Maybe I was wrong and I don’t know her as well as I think I do. I feel frustrated, unable to think of what to do next.
And then I hear her cry out.
My head whips to the left. I can see her, quite far down the street, struggling against some low life. I growl, immediately breaking into a run. I have no idea how she managed to get herself into trouble or what’s going on, but I do know one thing. No matter what, I’m here to be her knight in shining armor.
I can’t make my legs run fast enough.
I run hard and fast, the impact of my feet against the ground making my legs jolt, but I don’t care. She’s the only thing that matters.
I’m closing in now, but the prick still has a hold of Macy’s arm and is trying to drag her away. And no one seems to care. I’m fueled to run faster by the anger inside me and I let out a feral growl like some kind of beast. The man holding Macy finally sees me running at him and drops her arm in surprise, terror crossing his face as he realizes I’m about to hit home.
I slam into him, sending us both tumbling to the ground. He yelps in shock and pain and I raise my fist, slamming it into his nose.
“What the hell were you doing, trying to terrorize my woman?” I snarl in his face, watching blood trickle from his nose. He gasps for air and for a suitable answer.
“N-Nothing man, I swear! I was just saying hello,” he stammers.
“It didn’t look that way to me,” I snarl. “You had your hand around her arm. Trying to drag her away. Weren’t you?”
“No, I swear! I was just being friendly,” he pleads.
“Liar,” I snarl. I raise my fist again and punch him again and again. He moans in pain and Macy screams in shock. I almost forgot she was still here in my anger. All I wanted to do was protect her, and now I’m suddenly beating this bastard into a pulp right in front of her. Her cries are the only thing that makes me stop. I stand and dust myself off, leaving the creep a quivering mess on the ground.
“Don’t you ever touch another woman without her consent again,” I growl at the pathetic lowlife who attacked Macy. If she wasn’t here I’d likely do much worse to him for scaring my woman, but I hold back for Macy’s sake. I turn to her and take her hand, leading her away from the prick.
