Page 7 of Owen's Heart

“What the hell do you want, Owen?”

“Where is Rania?” I brush past Rania’s friend and roommate, Janae.

“She isn’t here.”

“Then, where the hell is she?” I whip around to glare at her.

A smirky smile appears on her lips. “Do you think I would tell you after the way you hurt her? I told her not to trust you as much as she did. I warned her boys would be boys, and you surely proved my point.”

“You need to stay out of this and mind your own fucking business! I knew you always had it in for me. You never wanted Rania and me together anyway,” I growl out angrily.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Owen. I hoped to be wrong, but Rania saw the way Chantel hangs all over you the same way that I did. You didn’t respect Rania to set boundaries with all of these other tramps on campus. How would you feel seeing other guys all up on Rania, huh?”

“I would kill every fucking one of them,” I spit out. “Janae, I beg you. Please tell me where I can find Rania. I swear to you, that picture was misleading. I need to explain that to my girl.”

“I can’t tell you where she is, Owen. I promised her, and I’m going to keep my word.”

“I’m not going to listen to this shit,” I tell her and storm towards Rania’s closed bedroom door, but she’s not there when I enter the room.

“Don’t you have an Honor speech to give or something?”

“Fuck graduation and fuck you too for standing between us!” I storm out the room and through the women’s dorm. I question everyone I make contact with, asking if they’ve seen Rania. No one has.

I don’t find Rania that day or the day after. I learn later that she took her exam early and left campus for the summer. By the time I make it home back to Prattville, I’m a mess.

A fucked up mess.

“Hey Owen, did you hear me?”

“No, I’m sorry. My head was somewhere else.”

“I said, Joe and Rick are coming by to mend the fences that the cattle broke through last night. Let’s go give them a hand. It will help get your mind off of things for a while,” Lance suggests.

“You’re right. I need to pull my head outta my ass and get to work. Let’s go, I tell him heading into the house to put my coffee cup in the sink and then out the door. I have a gut feeling there is only a matter of time before I have my woman back in my arms where she belongs.

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