It

It started off as a pretty good day. The heat had been unbearable the past month. Stockton is always warm in Summer but it wasn't even May yet. It seemed that pretty much everyone around town had been shutting themselves inside with their air conditioners. I was no exception.

On this day however, I had to drag my ass out to the Toys "R" Us because it was my nephew's 3rd birthday party that afternoon and as usual I had left a simple task such as finding a gift to the last minute.

I locked up the house and walked down the scorching driveway. One look at my car just sitting there, baking in the sun and I actually contemplated calling a cab because then I could just hop into the cool car without suffering for even a moment. I decided that was stupid and that I needed to stop being a pansy.

Oh boy was that car hot. I burnt my hand on the damn belt buckle. Muttering under my breath, I started the car and headed to the mall.

Upon entering the Toys "R" Us, I felt a bit of relief. It was freezing inside! Not only that but there was no one around which is my kind of shopping. I walked up and down the aisles looking for something to jump out at me, something that Grant would love. I wanted him to be most impressed with my gift. I wanted to shine in his eyes and for him to ignore everyone else's attempts at winning him over.

I was looking at some monster trucks when I heard a man's voice say, "Honey, look at this, she'll look perfect in this!" I felt my heart flutter. Not in a good way. Against my better judgment, knowing exactly who I was going to see, I looked in the direction of the cooing voice.

Alex. MY ALEX!

There he was coming down the aisle, waving a little pink bikini as he approached a very pregnant looking woman. A very pregnant, beautiful woman with long, loose red curls. I sub-consciously put my hand to my short, thin brown hair and felt my face heat up. My vision blurred. I turned away, quickly, hoping he wouldn't see me but I was too late.

"Melanie?"

I slowly turned back to face them. "Hi Alex." I tried to sound pleasant, I really did. I tried not to sound bitter. I tried my best not to yell, "You stupid mother fuckitty fuck cunt bitch lying piece of shit "I'm not the settling down sort of guy" fuckface prick!"

I just looked at both of them awkwardly. I had successfully managed to avoid seeing his face for the past year (ok, year and 6 weeks, but who's counting?) and now I come face to face with him and her and it. I stared at her stomach. I felt like someone had punched me in the gut. Then I noticed that in addition to it, she had a GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING RING ON HER LEFT HAND!

Things got fuzzy. I wish I could say that I pulled myself together and moved on and picked out the best little present I could find and that I went off to the birthday party feeling good about myself and how maturely I handled the situation. But I can't. What I can say is that without giving it a thought I grabbed one of the trucks to my left and as though my arm were posessed and I had no control over it, I threw it at his head. Well, I aimed for his head I thought, only somehow I missed and it hit her in the side of the face.

I ran out of there as fast as I could. When I got to my car I noticed that I had another truck in my right hand. I drove away at lightning speed and thanked my lucky stars that I had that truck. I had a birthday party to go to afterall.