You opened your mailbox and pulled out all of your mail before walking back into your house. You set the mail on the counter and started to go through it.
"Junk, bills, junk" you mumbled to yourself, sorting the mail into piles. Two of the envelopes caught your attention. One was from Francis Bonnefoy, your boyfriend. The other had no return address. You suspected it was from someone in the neighborhood. You opened the letter from Francis and unfolded the letter. It was so like him to send you a letter instead of an email.
I haven't told you something in a long time. the letter began. You could practically hear Francis reading the letter out loud to you.
I haven't told you that you're my world. That you're all I really care about. I love you ________. More than anything.
All my love and affection,
So sweet! You were smiling by now and hadn't realized it. You quickly wiped the smile off you face and opened the other envelope. You pulled out a letter and a few other things fell out of the envelope. You read the letter first.
You have a right to see this. It was unsigned.
You were puzzled as you picked up the things that fell out of the envelope- photographs. You turned them over and your eyes widened. All four of them had Francis. In each one he was kissing someone and had his hands all over them. That person wasn't you. The date printed on the photographs was yesterday. The postmark on the letter from him was the day before yesterday. You grabbed your keys and got into your car. Driving ten miles above the speed limit, you got to his house. His car was in his driveway. Good. You stabbed your key to his house into his lock and jerked the handle to the right and shoved opened the door.
"YOU LYING, CHEATING BASTARD! YOU SON OF A BITCH! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" You screamed into the house. Francis came running out of the kitchen, looking puzzled.
"Don't call me your love" you snapped at him, disgusted.
"What are you so upset about?" He asked you, as if he didn't know!
"I know what you were doing yesterday." You informed him, watching his expression. His eyebrows drew father together.
"You know I was out with Gilbert and Antonio and we were terrorizing Arthur?" he asked you, trying to confirm that you were talking about what he did yesterday. Now you were confused, but you didn't show it.
"Liar" you hissed at him and left. You got back in your car and drove home. Francis followed you all the way. You almost broke your car door when you pushed it open and leaped out. Francis vaulted over the door if his convertible and ran after you.
"_______!! Wait! _______!" He called as you struggled to fit the key into the lock. Your hand was shaking. You finally succeeded and almost fell as you entered your house. You slammed the door shut in Francis' face. You heard another car drive up. Curious, you peeked out an upstairs window. It was Gilbert and Antonio. They both came out of the car and approached Francis.
"Kesesesese. When you veren't at your house, ve figured you vere here!" Gilbert said loud enough to wake the dead. You rolled your eyes.
"I need some 'elp" Francis said quietly.
"What's wrong?" Antonio asked, no longer smiling.
"________ seems to think I cheated on 'er. She thinks I was with some other girl yesterday."
"But you were with us yesterday!" Antonio exclaimed.
"I know that. You know that. Gilbert knows that. _______ knows that, but doesn't believe it."
Antonio walked up to your door and started pounding on it.
"_______. Open this door"
"STOP POUNDING ON MY DAMN DOOR!" You shouted down. You didn't go down to open the door.
"Francis, I zought you had a key." Gilbert pointed out.
"I lost it" Francis said mournfully. You almost laughed. Then there was a very loud crash.
"we're in!" Antonio shouted happily. You rushed down the stairs to find your door ripped off its hinges.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" You shrieked. Gilbert grabbed your hands and restrained you while you struggled to get away so you could punch Antonio and then Francis. Antonio walked into your kitchen. You followed reluctantly as Gilbert pushed you along. Antonio found the letter and then the photos.
"Look" Antonio said as he held out the photos and the letter to Francis. Francis looked at them and a purple aura sparked up around him.
"______, meet Joan. I dated 'er. In fact, I was going to marry 'er, and then I met you. The date stamp on these is wrong. The 'andwriting on the letter is Arthur's. I'm going to kill him"
Gilbert released you and you flew to Francis and embraced him.
"I'm so sorry for doubting you" you whispered.
"Je t'aime" he whispered back.
"Arthur! Arthur! Oh my God, I'm so sorry Arthur!" You wailed as you burst into his house the next day.
"Why, what's happened _______?"
"Flying mint bunny got- got-" you started to say, but you were making this terrible choking sound as you cried. You had always been a good actor.
"What happened?" Arthur almost yelled at you, frantic now.
"He got, oh my God, I'm so sorry Arthur. He got run over!"
Arthur ran out the door and Francis dumped a bucket of water on him.
"That's for screwing around with my relationship." Gilbert dumped another bucket of water on him. You and Francis looked at him.
"That's because you can't cook." Gilbert told him. Everyone but Arthur burst out laughing,