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Anger shot through my vanes like heroin as I made my way down the street. My face was redder thin the chilies at the Salt lake chilies fest.

The only thing I wanted to do at that moment was scream. So I did. I screamed as loud and as long as I could. I didn’t care about the people that came out of there houses and stared at me like I was a total idiot, which I probably was.

I finally stopped and gasped for air. And that’s when it hit me. Criss said “friends” not “girlfriend” not “couples” just “Friends.”

Clear, steaming, hot tears flooded my eyes and tuck turns rolling down my blotchy cheeks.

I would have stud there for hours, staring into space, if it wasn’t for my phone that started too vibrated in my jacket pocket.

I slowly tuck it in my hand and flipped it open, not even reading the caller ID.

“Hello?” I said in a half sad, half angry voice.

“SWEET MARIO BROTHERS! WEAR THE HELL ARE YOU!” Zack’s screaming voice came from the ether line.

I shakingly wiped away a tear that started to fall.

“Can you come pick me up?” was all I said, with out answering his question.

“I all ready called Justin, he wants me to call him as soon as I fuiger out wear you are!” he was still yelling, which made me pull the phone from my ear a bit.

I studderd as I told him the street that I was on and told him to tell Justin to be quick, in fear that Criss would come looking for me.

I closed my phone and sate down on the side walk, leaning my head on my knees.

“She put the bottle to hear head and pulled the trigger, and finally drank away his memory, life is short but this time it was bigger, then the strainghed she had to get up off her knees.”

I mumbled to my self as one last tear dripped down and landed on the warm pavement. Leaving a small wet print, that quickly faded away from the heat.

This wasn’t the Criss I knew? The Criss I knew was kind, gentile, and patient. The Criss I say today was none of that.

I closed my eyes and was about to doze of when I heard a truck pull up in front of me.

I looked up and smiled. I slowly got up and pulled myself up and into Justin’s truck.

“What the hell where you thinking?!” Justin yelled as he started to drive down the street.

I sighed and leaned my head against the window. “I don’t want to talk about it.” I mumbled.

I felt Justin pull over and park on the side of the road.

“No. its time to talk.” He said in a stern voice. “Jackie I know you’re going threw hell right now. And if I had the choice of taking that from you and putting it on me, thin I would do it in a heart beat.” His voice was calming now.

I stared off in to space for moment.

“Justin I…..I….I just…I don’t know!” I broke out into a million blood red tears.

I felt Justin lean over and hug me tightly.

“Just tell me what I can do? Please Jackie, I HATE seeing you like this!” Justin begged.

“Can we just please go home?  I really need some rest.” I said wiping my face.

“Ya, we can do that.” And with that Justin started the truck back up and started home.

God. Please God, just send some one to comfort me. I’m begging you.

{All right!!! Its about to get goooood!! Lol}

Next time: Does God really send some one to comfort Jackie??