Kenny

This is a really short story and it was one of my first but I like it a lot.

She stood outside the theater looking in through a glass window. She was staring into what seemed like absolute darkness. She watched as the one she loved put his hands on another. she was overwhelmed seeing his hands on her hips, holding somebody else the way he held her, and the already broken pieces of her heart, shattered once again. The pebbles of her heart had turned into grains of sand. Time slowed down as she stood staring into the tinted, glass window, watching him as he held another. She had almost forgotten how to breathe as she knew that he was completely aware she was watching, yet he continued to torture her. Her stomach was full of knots and she felt nauseated. 

Soon her body took over and walked her into the theater. Braxton was wrestling Kenny but all she could see was his hands on her hips. "Kenny", she said with a straight face, "can I um, talk to you... outside?" She led Kenny to a secluded corner and broke down. "What was that? What are you doing? You told me you were with family?! What's going on? Who they hell are they?!" She wanted desperately to scream but all she could do was whisper. It all came out in one mouthful but it was clear what she was trying to say. "What the f**k!"

Author's Note

Any suggestions on how to make it more juicy/intense and leave you wanting more?