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take me home.

you came home to an empty house. lights were off, candles were out, the stove was off. karissa wasn't home. the only thing she left was a note that read "call me, i'll explain everything. i love you."

a note. a fucking peice of paper? that's all i get? are you fucking kidding me. you take out your phone, and call your wife.

she picks up on the first ring. "hi baby." she says, her voice cracking as if she'd been crying.

"are you okay?"

"just feeling a lot, is all. you?"

"i miss you." you say, crying.

karissa's voice was soft. "baby, i'm gonna be home soon, okay?

"where are you?! are you on orders? what the fuck, kay. you just leave without even telling me. all i get is a note and phone call the day of. and you aren't even telling me where you are!"

"i'm doing a few shows out west."

"shows. are you kidding? that's shit, karissa."

"we booked them last minute."

"how long."

"what?"

"how long are you gonna be gone?"

"a month, maybe two."

"fuck, karissa. i can't do this."

"what are you saying?"

"that this fucking sucks! between the military and your touring, i feel like i barely see you! i hardly know my own wife! i-i mean christmas is in a couple weeks, you're gonna miss christmas. again."

"please morgan, don't make this a thing."

"you already did. i'll see you whenever the fuck i see you i guess."

"i love you."

"be safe." you say, pressing the button to end the call.

"fuck!" you yell, leaning on the counter. "stupid bitch can't tell me what she's doing. that's bullshit. fucking-ugh!"

you call hunter, and ironically he picks up on the first ring.

"listen, so i just got off the phone with your sister, and i was hoping you could tell me why the fuck she's out west."

"wait, what?"

"she left today. left me a note and told me to call her."

"no way, that isn't like her."

"have you talked to her?"

"no. i just got off work. but i'll give her a call now, for sure."

"okay great."

"i'll call you back." hunter hangs up, leaving you with your thoughts.

he calls back 5 minutes later. "she said she was playing a few shows. then got really pissed."

"fucking of course she did. why couldn't she tell me?"

"i'm not sure, honey."

you sigh, "okay. thanks for calling. love you."

"love you too. keep in touch."

"i will."

the line disconnects, as you rest your head on the counter in disbelief.

an instagram notification turns your screen on. karissa posted a picture. it was of the stage. she was doing soundcheck. "see you tonight houston!"

"shut the fuck up." you say, rolling your eyes at the picture. "bitch this is why you have no communication skills whatsoever."