Chapter 36: Journal Entry 7

Journal Entry 7


Hey Journal,

I know, don’t get on my ass about writing. I am a horrible person. And on top of me not writing, generally when I do, its only about Roger. I’ll get better and over this love sickness some day. I swear.

Anyway, yes. This particular entry is about Roger. Its been five days since I’ve heard from him, and I think he might be mad at me or something. I’ve tried his cell, and even left messages, but I’ve heard nothing from him, on the phone, in writing, from police, in person…anything. I wonder if his boss sent him on a job down in the Keys. He mentioned it a week or two ago, but after that he didn’t say anything, so I assumed his boss had sent someone else.

My only real worries are that he’s hurt, dead, or in jail. I’m pretty sure he’s not seriously hurt or dead, but I’m not entirely sure about the in jail bit. If he ever did hit someone first, they could arrest him for assault charges. Now that would suck. Great conversation with my parents when they meet him.

“So, does he have a police record?”

“Not really…”

“Storm?!”

“Well he had an assault charge, but it wasn’t really his fault…”

“And you want to marry this man? No!”

I can see it now. Dad would take a chain saw to the love of my life, and all because he spent a night or two in jail.

Okay, I have to go. There’s a meeting at work that I have to be there for, and I don’t want to be the last one there and get stuck with the crappy seat in the break room. Plus, I enjoy the meetings. We get food.

Shit! My phone’s ringing now…write more later.

-Storm