Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, please don't sue! however I do own the character Emily.

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I stared blankly out of my bedroom window, gazing at the darkness. Oh how I wished she were here. My beautiful, sweet Emily had left for London, England six months ago to visit family. Her trip was only supposed to last three weeks but it had stretched on to forever. I knew she had come back but she forgot about me altogether and moved on. The least she could of done was call me and tell me she didn't want to be together. The bitch. I loved her so much. If I ever see the man who stole her away from me, I don't know what I'll do. I know it won't be anything good, for them at least. It's so hard not to be able to brush her silky midnight hair with my fingers or just drown into her icy blue eyes. I longed for her so desperately. Why would she hurt me like this? Has she never lost someone whom she loved so much? I guess not. I really want her to suffer for how much she hurt me. She broke my heart, just like all the others have. She was no different, no different at all. A thousand broken hearts that I've fucking suffered. A thousand. Amazing how something so great could end in a flash. It's so amazingly fucked up The others are worried about me I know. I always overhear them talking, "Guys, we have to do something about Bob," or, "We have to get him out of the house." I refuse every time. They should just leave me with my misery and sick mind.

A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.

"Come in," I said in an agitated tone of voice.

Mikey walked in,"Hey Bob I uh seen the guy she's with."

I knew exactly who he was.

. "Who?" I asked not even looking at him.

"His name is Max, he works at that fancy restaurant three blocks from here. He's the head chef. I know this is hard to hear but I just," he paused, "thought you might want to know."

"Ya, thanks," I muttered.

Mikey walked out and closed the door behind him.

Well, now I have a name, the name of the bastard that stole her away from me. So that's why she left me? She left because I didn't get a nice, big, fat paycheck every two weeks? The bitch. All these excuses women use against me. He'll never love her like I did. Never. I'll make sure of that too. I'll plot my revenge on the both of them! Yes, yes, yes. They'll never know what hit them. They'll never know. The fuckers will get what they deserve soon enough.

A few days later, I finally got out of the house and went to that restaurant that Mikey said Max worked at. I went inside and saw a tall man with medium black hair and green eyes. His nametag said "Maxwell" on it. I guess that's him. I quickly darted outside and waited for him to get off work. A few hours passed by until I seen him walk out of the restaurant. I opened the door to my trashed up looking Dodge Omni. I watched him get into his dark blue Mustang. I followed him home. I figured he'd notice that I was following him but I guess he didn't. Cooking must be the only thing the fool knows. What kind of idiot wouldn't think anything of a car following them? He parked his car and I went down the street farther so I wouldn't look too suspicious. I looked at my watch and it read 9:17pm. I began to remember what Mikey said earlier.

I was about to walk out the door when Mikey stopped me.

"W-where are you going," he asked cautiously.

"No where." I replied continuing to walk to the front door.

Mikey's brother Gerard was sitting on the couch.

"Hey maybe you should stay home," Gerard said in a serious voice.

"No thanks," I sneered.

"I don't think you should go anywhere. You might do something you'll regret. Believe me I know you all to well Bob. Don't go," Mikey warned.

I opened the front door and slammed it behind me.

Maybe he was right? Nah, I have to do this. I know it. They deserve to go to hell. I put my right hand in my jean pocket and felt the blade I stashed there earlier. I stepped out of my car and headed toward Max's house. I know Emily is there. I have a feeling. I knocked on the door. Max opened the door. I stared into the eyes of the man that stole her away from me.

"Who are you?" He asked tiredly.

"I'm an uh old friend of Emily's. Is she here by any chance?" I asked in a sly tone.

"Um no but she'll be here in a few minutes, come in."

I walked in slowly. This was the nicest house I had ever seen. I bet he was a snob when he was a kid.

"So where do ya know my Emily from," Max asked while making some coffee.

"Oh we were buddies in college," I lied.

"That's cool. I bet she'll be happy to see you then," he said.

"Ya, maybe."

I glanced at the ceiling.

Wait I'm here to do something not babble on about.

I pulled the sleek blade from my pocket and headed toward Max, whom had his back turned. I stabbed him straight in the back and continued on stabbing him. He lay on the kitchen floor as lifeless as the floor itself. Blood crawled all over the floor. I heard the door handle turn. I ran behind the couch. I stared at her, Emily that is. "Max," she called while attempting not to drop the groceries she was carrying.

"Maxwell where are you?"

She screamed.

She found him. I heard the sounds of cans and boxes dropping to the floor. I popped up from behind the couch.

"Hello honey,"

She fell to the floor backing away from me. I could see the fear in those blue eyes of hers, her icy blues.

"What, your not happy to see me," I said in a sick tone.

"B-b-bob you're sick. You need help. I had to leave you," she whispered.

"Well, that was a sore mistake on your part." I said sounding like a maniac.

"Bob please don't!" She screamed.

"You broke my heart, now it's time to break yours," I said with a devilish smirk on my face. I stabbed her right in the heart. I heard her soft cry turn into nothingness. Her blood stained the carpet and spilled onto the kitchen tile. The police will be here soon most likely, I have to go. I wiped my blade on her shirt, and put back into my jean pocket, and walked out the back door. Mikey was wrong I didn't regret this at all.

A thousand broken hearts is a thousand bodies piled up. And this was only the beginning. I let out an evil grin and stepped in my car and drove away. Sweet revenge was coming to everyone who broke my heart.

THE END