Chris: So, you…

Sam: No, I never went on a business trip. Who told you this?

Chris: Oh, no one. I just…sorry.

Sam: Whatever. Man, this burger’s just delicious! Isn’t it, Chris?

Chris: Uh…yeah.

I reached home, but couldn’t think straight. At 3 am, I was pacing back and forth in my living room.

Chris: Get it out of your head…It’s nothing. Stop thinking, stop thinking!

The feminine voice chuckled in my head again.

“You can do nothing…Look at you, pathetic.”

As days passed, my condition got worse. I couldn’t sleep and my appetite kept shrinking. I didn’t want to trouble Sam so I couldn’t call him too. But after one more day, “It’s enough.” I thought. I ran a hand through my hair in frustration.

Chris: I just can’t catch a break, can I?

I got ready early in the morning at went to Jane’s. As I was about to ring the doorbell, I heard something. Loud screaming and shouting and grunting as if someone’s being beaten.

Chris: Jane?! Are you okay?!

I shouted through her door slamming and trying to open...