I was sobbing, crying so loud I felt my throat hurting me.

I went back home from a girl’s night out and I was slightly drunk. When I got back home, I did my usual. Stripped off, took a shower, washed my face. And so on. I then walked downstairs to give food for my cat and play with him, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Jim?" I spoke softly, trying to coax him out from wherever he is, I went to all the places he usually hides at, underneath the couch, behind my bookshelf. My bed, the living room.

Everywhere. He was nowhere to be found.

And so all hell broke loose. I started crying, and crying and looking for him but I couldn’t find him and so I called him.

"Johnny, please come over… Please."

I left him a voicemail since he wasn’t responding.

Who was that?

My arranged marriage, my husband basically. We were never good with communicating and we loved it like that, left it as it is and didn’t bother. But lately there has been some talking between us.

And it’s not really ideal to call him for my lost kitten, he’s a mafia boss. He might be in the middle of killing someone, but I’m gonna pass out if I don’t find Jim.