"Let's celebrate the night of our fate." smiled Grace as she poured him a glass of Chardonnay wine.

"What's with the special occasion Gracie?" suspected Ryan, as he laid his back to rest on her leather couch.

Gracie seats herself on the love seat sofa next to Ryan. "I'm just going to be really happy after tonight," she pauses, " you will be too Ryan, because I've put a lot of time into planning this night out."

Ryan sighed. "I hope so Gracie, you know I don't want you to be wasting my time when I could be out there with the guys." He plops himself up onto Grace's little coffee table and takes a sip of the dry whine.

He adds, "You know, I'm not sorry about Tuesday -- "

"I know Ryan, it was my fault for going out to the grocery store with my sister," she fakes the sigh, "I should have told you hours before. I'm real sorry." Gracie then leans in to hug Ryan but he stands up and walks to the window of her condo.

"I don't really care what you do inside your home, just never leave these premises without consulting me. If you can do what I say, I would never physically abuse you."
Ryan snorts, and then tries to lighten Gracie up. "You should have seen your face though, you looked like a dehydrated goldfish within his last seconds of trying to get back into the water."

Gracie looks down on her wrists, then looks back up to the back of Ryan.
Yeah, if only you'd know what I was capable of doing Ryan. Thought Gracie.

As soon as Ryan started walking back to the couch, Gracie got up to greet him, almost half way.
"Well I got a little something to show you, a little surprise gift to show you how much I appreciate your forgiving nature in my stupid acts."

She took his hand and led him to her tidy bedroom and locked the door.

"Well," smiled Ryan. "I'm really into you tonight Gracie." He grabbed her from behind and hugged her real close. When he attempted to nibble her left ear, she turned and faced him.

"Ryan, sit down on the bed. I'm going to get you your surprise." She faintly smiles at him and then floats her way into the bathroom.

Once inside the bathroom, Grace lifted the pile of towels on the edge of her sink and took out her newly purchased Glock 19. She slid off the holster and tucked it under her belt behind her back.
I'm really doing this. She thought. She hesitantly looks at herself in the mirror and pulls off her black sweater so that she faces the mirror with the scars Ryan inflicted upon her. Yeah I'm doing this.

Grace walks out of the bathroom and faces the horny bastard Ryan, who was checking his finally formed six packs in the mirror.

"Hey Gracie." Ryan smiles as he plops himself on her fluffy bed and pats the area next to her. "Come sit here."

"No." Grace replied back simply. "I'm tired but lend me a few last minutes Ryan." She kneels on her knees in front of Ryan and hugs him with her arms wrapped around his back.

Confused, Ryan pushes her away from him and demands, " What the hell are you trying to do? I hate waiting Gracie." He starts to grab a hold of her but she slips away from his hold and stands up over him as he stumbles to the floor.

"No Ryan." smiles Gracie. "I've had it with you and the illness you've created upon me. I'm done and through."

She takes the gun from behind her back and points it to her head and smiles at him.

"What the hell Gracie?!" Yells Ryan. His face was red with embarassment, confused on how she'd been able to get connections on the Glock."Where'd you get that?" He smiled as he started making his way near to her.

"Step away Ryan. I'm going to shoot no matter what you asshole." Her face was sweating but her emotions still. It'd been this way for five years.
"Ryan, you'll know why if you look in my drawer." and with that ending line, Gracie shot her head and blood spilt everywhere. Her brain splattered all over the mirror next to Gracie's bed.

Ryan sat on the bed and stared. What the hell just happened? He asked himself. He stood quickly and went to find whatever it was in her drawer that she'd told him.

As he shoved every hair accessory and make up out of the way, he saw a bright red note with a small group of words that read,

"I've loved a man who could not find it in his heart to love me back. I should be dead by now, and the cops should be coming if my calculations have been correct, and you should be rushing to hide my helpless body and trying to find an escape route, but however, I've got you there." At the end of the note, was drawn a smiley face with a smile that seemed to stare at Ryan.

He shivered, and quickly pulled the legs of the dead Gracie into her bathroom. As soon as he was done, he'd rushed out to her window to try to escape through the balcony but the windows would not budge. He saw from inside through the glass that there had been a fixed lock from the outside.