(A premeditated homicide story)



As I locked my front door behind me and dashed to my car, the night air felt unusually cold, sending a shiver down my spine. The streets were deserted, the silence of the night broken only by the sound of my car's engine as I sped towards Loressa's address.

"Are you still there?" I asked, hoping she hadn't disconnected.

"I'm here," she whispered back. "He's outside the closet. He's calling my name."

"Just stay quiet, Loressa. I'm almost there," I reassured her, though my heart raced with fear for her safety. "Can you tell me more about what happened?"

"He came home drunk," she started, her voice trembling. "He accused me of cheating, said he'd seen texts on my phone. But I swear, it's not true. I've never... He just started throwing things, screaming. I locked myself in the bathroom, but he broke the door."

Her words were cut off by a loud crash, and I pressed the accelerator harder, the car's headlights cutting through the darkness like beacons of hope. "Hold on, Loressa. I'm turning into your street now."

The line went silent for a moment that felt like an eternity. Then, a soft sob, "Please hurry."


To be continued...


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