You know i make you wanna scream..

I stayed, cooped up in Matt's for a week, dying of boredom. Every time I even mentioned leaving the house, Matt gave out to me, telling me that I needed to 'rest myself', or so he said.
By the time it reached the week mark, I was raring to go.
'I think you should rest for another day, just to really give yourself a chance.' Matt said cautiously.
I stared at him blankly. 'Not a chance.' I rolled my eyes at him, laughing. I went upstairs, and got into the shower. I stood in the shower, thinking about how I felt, but not psychically.

Every time I looked down at my stomach, I was reminded of the fact that small bump wasn't there any more, which actually made my heart ache, but I was trying to positive, and remind myself that I am only 27, and having a child would be a huge responsibility, and I didn't think I was actually maternally ready. Even though Matt was devastated, he was being so supportive, which really helped.

I stood out of the shower, and searched through my wardrobe until I found some sweats, a sports bra and a zip up hoodie to put on over. I put them on, and tied up my hair into a messy bun at the top of my head and didn't put on makeup; I was only going for a run.
I put on my running shoes and went down to Matt, who was in the kitchen.
'Hey babe, I'm just going for a run, okay? And before you protest, I feel fine, I promise.'
Matt opened his mouth to protest, but then stopped himself. I kissed him deeply, before walking out. He smacked my ass as I walked out, and I giggled, stepping out the front door.
I ran from Matt's house to the pier, where I stopped to catch my breath. I loved running; it cleared out my head and made me feel better, always. I was glad to be back in good health again.

When I got my breath back, I started to run again, this time along the beach. I looked along the boulevard as I ran, at the people passing by. My running halted to a stop as I spotted her beside her car, her disgusting blonde hair swishing in the wind. Isabelle, you silly bitch.

I stood, trying to be inconspicuous, watching her get into her car. I felt my stomach knot as I stood looking at her, reminding me of what she did. Assuming she was going back to her house, aka a den of iniquity, I decided to get there first. I ran up the rest of the beach, and onto the boulevard, far away from where her car was. I ran quickly, even though her house was only 3 minutes away. That bitch was going to die. She was going to feel the wrath of me for taking my baby girl from me.

When I got to Isabelle's house, I got into one of the bushes (which was seriously uncomfortable), and squatted down out of sight, waiting for her to arrive back. My blood felt like it was boiling over with anger at the bare thought of Isabelle. Almost on cue, I could see her car pull into the drive way, and her get out. I let her walk past me, and up the 2 steps to her porch.
I then subtly snuck out of the bushes, and up the 2 steps behind her.
This is for you, Aimee Tegan.
'Isabelle, what a surprise.' I sneered, before grabbing the malevolent bitch.

Notes

another fillerrrr :3
sorry it's short, but i'd say i'll have the next one done by tomorrow night :))
thanks for reading lovelies x