The temperature holds at no change almost as if it's not even December. The Christmas lights being the only indication of the holiday season. It feels like an average summer day back in the states. Yet it's 7 days until Christmas and 13 days until New years. Will these drag on alone? Will I spend my new year alone and look for what I wait on?

I bite my lip, reality coming back to me. The hard wooden bench of a small dog park reminds me of my lonesome. I watch dogs dart about, missing my own. The trees scattered about as dogs retrieve their frisbees and chase their tails. Laughter fills the air and my attention draws to a little girl sitting beside a small husky pup. Her expression is joyful as her puppy licks her cheek.

I frown, though it's sweet-- I miss Venus. The poor dog trapped far away, I hope she was able to escape. I truly hope they were unable to capture her. Maybe she ran for the hills, I bet she did. She probably knew to get away while she had the chance. Maybe it wasn't to get away from me and more to get away from those devils.

With a long sigh I stand and make my way back outside the gated area. Slow, small steps down sidewalks--the cement flooring broken and falling apart in regions. My feet drag along, I hate this lonesome feeling. The sun beating down on me in Ezekial’s clothing. I grumble under my breath, I’m pissed. Every time I get a whiff of his stench on these clothes my blood boils. I gag and hold myself from throwing up each smell. His putrid hands on my bare skin- No. I can’t think of him, I-.. I just can’t. He won’t control me.

Yet my skin still crawls with the ghost of his touch as I walk through the busy town. People busy shopping for Christmas presents at the last minute. Santa Claus figurines displayed in store windows with warm white lights to make it look just the more magical. In the distance, I see the old ice cream parlor Damien and I had visited. My bottom lip wobbles, I miss him…

He was a dick sometimes and very intimidating but-.. there was something about him… Something that drawed me in towards him. I continue to walk trying to fight the urge to cry, I hate this place! I’m here for a little over a month and it’s already hell!

I grit my teeth wiping away the tears that had budded in my eyes. I sniffle but not before long- a body drops outside of an alleyway. I scream, terror coursing through my veins. Other pedestrians scream, some run away. “Someone call the Police!” A lady screeches, her voice hurting my ears as the streets delve into chaos.

Colors and shapes flash in front of my eyes as the background blurs. The vision of the body lying motionless-- the only clear image. My face ghostly and frozen in pure fear. Everything clears as my eyes land on the knife sticking out of his side. And yet with a churning stomach, I approach.

I hold my hand over my mouth, the bile crawling up. The sting of the acid in my throat burns yet I can't pull myself away. I don't touch, just examine. Sirens ring in the distance from cop cars held loud. I look towards the approaching cars and step away from the body. My frame shakes and rattles.

A large burly man hops out of the car spotting my rattled expression. “Sir are you alright?” He grips my shoulders, I wet my lips, “I-I was just walking a-an-and the body just dropped! It fell from th-the alleyway right in front of me!” I look up at him frantically, the situation finally dawning on me. My teeth chatter as he escorts over to another cop for questioning.

I hug my arms to myself. “Alright sir, I’m just going to ask you a couple questions…” He trails off allowing me to answer as I nod in approval. “First off, are you homeless, you look too young to be homeless.” I stiffen and run over what he had said, I really am homeless aren’t I? I look back up at the kind-faced officer, “I am.. homeless, sir.” He frowns, and rests a large tanned hand on my scrawny shoulder. “The police force is here for you kid. It's tough for young submissive’s on their own.”

“I- I’m actually looking for someone, so I’m pretty sure.. I should really get going..” I fiddle with my hands and look up at the man, avoiding eye contact. “Alright kid, make sure you get home safe. I’m sorry you had to see.. that... I’m only not questioning if you had any involvement because these random body drops are all over the city. They have spiked severely as of recently and it’s becoming alarming.”

I nod quickly and he pats my shoulder as I rush off. My heart drums in my chest “random body drops.” The words run like a church bell ringing on a Sunday morning. The marriage bells are ringing loud in my ears as I run. The images of the dark black suit matched along with my white one. His tan skin, my pale skin.

I stop, the noise around me so loud as the view spins fast. My gray blue eyes flicker back and forth. My mind creates images unforgiving of the living dropping dead by an angered Mafia Man. Stepping up the pace I continue to run ignoring the looks received from people unknown.

Where is my husband?