past the point of love

that’s it

Noah turned on the TV while he waited for Josie. The local news was on. Really, he hated the news, but it caught him just in the neck of time as he stood there in the middle of the squeeky clean kitchen floor. There was a picture of Josie’s Dad. Noah stood speechless expecting the worst. He had been arrested. “HELL YEAH!” Noah hadn’t smiled in a long time but this was the ticket. “Shit! You’re off the hook , Josie!” YOU’RE OFF THE HOOK” He kept repeating as he ran down the stairs hoping to find her. But the bathroom was empty. Just a dripping shower now. Josie was no where in sight. “Josie!” He looked around. Where had she gone? “Where are you!” Maybe she was hiding under the bed. Maybe she thought he wanted to see her boobies or something which he didn’t. He didn’t want to take advantage of the situation. He really did want to help her. “Things aren’t that bad, Josie,” Noah said taking a look under his bed. Not Josie. Where in the hell had she gone?