“Come on, Ethan. Where are you?” I look around apprehensively. When I got home, the whole place was in shamble, as if a hurricane had tempest it. He must have gone ballistic since he thought I left him after our argument.
I restrained to slap myself. What was I thinking? He wouldn't run away if I just told him I was going out. But it was supposed to be a surprise, so I didn't tell him. Now, he's on the loose around the city, probably looking for me. I just hope he wouldn't kill someone along the way.
My feet are getting numb from running. I was running out of breath, and my heart pummeled alacritous. I ceased for a diminutive, composing myself. There was sudden traffic. Cars are blasting their horns, civilians are sticking their heads out of the car, yelling and cursing to move from the
