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I've never been in a more horrible and terrifying situation in my life. This wasn't happening. All of these people... all of these gaping, open mouths... "N-No... No, Peter" I stood up and looked down at my kneeling boyfriend. This ******** idiot thought that the way to get me back from cheating on me for two years was to purpose to me in the park. So many people were here today too... Damn him, making me look like the bad guy as I stormed away. I heard him calling something behind me but I didn't care. He was a pig and didn't care about me anymore than he cared about the cotton candy girl whose cleavage he started at when he thought I hadn't been looking. I walked to my car and got in before driving away, ignoring the ringing from my phone since it was probably him anyway.

I head to my friend's father's firing range. I always can let loose there. Arrows and bullets didn't talk or give you lip. As soon as I got there, I grabbed my iPod, made a playlist with mainly techno in it, then grabbed my gear from the trunk of my car: A beautiful .45 Glock that I had just gotten from my father for my 21st birthday and my bow and arrows set. My mother hated that I had weapons but I told her that I should have them just in case something happened. The bow and arrows were just practice to make sure I didn't get rusty from when I was in archery class in high school. I was first in every competition that I had entered but that wasn't why I had joined up. I joined up so that I could to first learn how to be able to fire an arrow and not hurt myself/ Then it became how to fight an arrow to hit a mark. Then to hit moving targets with ease. I didn't realize how good I had gotten before my couch was asking me to shoot in competitions.

I eventually stopped though since my teammates weren't getting to shoot as much and I wanted them to feel like we were all part of a dream. I loved them like my own sisters and we were all really close except three teammates. They thought I was stuck up and felt sorry for them so they quit the team because I had quit the team as well. I was focusing on my studies at the time to get ready for college.

Anyway, I went to my normal spot away from people and knocked an arrow into my bow and took in a break before releasing it and the bow at the same time. I closed my eyes as I heard the 'twap!' of the arrow on the target. Missed my usual mark by three inches. Damn, I was upset today...

"What's bugging you, shorty?" Hubert, my friend's father, asked my, making me jump. The man was literally like a ninja when it came to sneaking up on people.

I knocked another arrow into my bow and aimed my arrow "Nothing. Just a little stressed today is all" I let the arrow go without breathing and missed the target completely. s**t.

"I'd say that's more than a little" he replied as I knocked another arrow back in my bow.

Taking a few breaths to calm my beating heart, I let the arrow fly and hit the second ring "I'm stressed out about Peter.... the b*****d purposed to me infront of God and everybody today at the park. I want that target to be him" I shot another arrow. Thwap.

"You know that shooting angry or upset only makes your aim worse" Thwap.

"I know... but I don't want to cool down right now... I want to beat the s**t out of him... or this target, or something!" I glared at the target, where all of my arrows had scattered around the board "This is my worst score since I started shooting..." I sighed as I went to retrieve the arrows.

"Only because you aren't breathing when you're letting go of the arrow and letting it fly like a bord. Remember: You aren't shooting an arrow, you're-"

"Letting a bird free from its cage as you let your hand go of the arrow", I said with him and smiled, remembering my days of when I was still in archery class "I will always remember that" I said to him before I looked at the time on my watch, sighing "I should get home and do some more research on pathogens and viruses for my biology class before I turn in for bed. I'll see you tomorrow" I waved to him as I went back to my car and put my bow and arrows away but something told me to keep my magnum in my thigh strap. You know. That stupid 'I feel somebody watching me' feeling that you get from time to time. I was always paranoid like that, but I never actually had someone approach me or anything.

I had a pretty peaceful ride home but when I got there, I found out why I had that bad feeling of needing my gun at my thigh...

Peter was drunkenly sitting at the doorsteps to my apartment with a half-bottle of tequila already drank and still in hand as he point the bottle at me "You, missy... owe me an apoligeeee" he strung out his words as if it was the funniest thing in the word, and he laughed at it too "You left me in the park after... after..." I thought that he had fallen asleep. As a matter of fact, I think he did before he snorted and continued "After I was gonna give you that biiiiig daimond ring"

"Yeah, well, one doesn't simply forgive an a*****e like you for cheating on me just because you say you want to be with me forever but while you're checking out other women in my presense" I gave a growl as I passed him. I was looking through my bag for my keys when he grabbed my ankle, making me jump "Get off me, you drunken idiot" I hissed and kick his hand off then kicked him in the face with my tennis shoe.

He stumbled off the stairs, standing now with a shoe imprint on his face "You WHORE!!" he threw the bottle but it hit the brick wall far to the right of me. I glared "I'm not more a whore than the one that you cheated on me with" I then turned and went into my apartment and slammed the heavy wooden door behind me. I then slumped against the door and listened to his drunk rants as hot tears ran down my cheeks.

(Finished my First Entry for Iris~!!! cat_4laugh I'm so happy~ Ohhh, but what will happen in the Second Entry? You'll just have to wait to see~ Until next time, angel faces, this is Brianna signing off~)