This is Briana, please leave a message! ~beep~
Hi Bri, this is Y/N. I came to your apartment about two days ago and you weren't home. I've called about 3 times today. I hope you're okay. Please call me back if you're okay.
I sigh as I hang up. The other night, my boyfriend Harry came home all stressed and went straight to bed. Yesterday morning, I saw his clothes and they had fresh blood stains throughout. He went to go visit Briana that night because he texted me. I didn't want to suspect anything but it worried me that Briana wasn't home or picking up her cell. I grab my drink and head to my car. Today, Harry was acting all weird, avoiding eye contact, and didn't hug or kiss me before leaving for work. I decided to call his boss to hopefully get some peace of mind.
"Hello?" his boss speaks up.
"Hi, Mr. Garrett. This is Y/N calling. I was just wondering if Harry came to work. I wanted to drop off some lunch," I reply.
"Hi, Miss Y/L/N, he did not come in today, unfortunately. He called off, saying he had a stomach bug."
"Oh? Okay, thank you though. I appreciate it," I reply.
"No problem, have a good rest of your day, Miss Y/L/N."
I say thank you and he hangs up. Called off sick? Now, this is getting super weird. I felt something in my gut that was making me feel sick. I decided to head to Briana's apartment and check on her. Maybe she's asleep and has her phone on silent. I tried calling Harry a couple of times but each time, I was sent to voicemail immediately. It was getting so weird that it was making me feel sick. Briana is Harry's ex-girlfriend who he decided to stay friends with. I didn't mind their friendship as long as they respected each other's boundaries as well as mine.
In a few minutes, I arrived at her apartment complex. I saw her car in her usual parking space so she was home. She luckily lived on the first floor. I lift her welcome mat to grab the spare key. I open the door and call out for her from the entrance. No answer. I place my purse and keys on the counter. I look down and see some blood spots on the carpet. Her cat comes up to me, meowing as she rubs up against my leg.
"Hi, pretty girl. Where's your mama?" I baby talk.
She looks up at me and then walks to Briana's room. She begins to scratch at the door, meowing like crazy. I call out for her again, knocking on the door. I let the sentence float in the air for a while b before going in. Once I open the door, I see her lying in a pool of her blood. I gasp as I tumble backward, holding onto another handle. I felt like my chest was going to jump out of my chest. My medical instincts kick in and I check her injuries. Multiple stab wounds to her abdomen.
I quickly call 911, explaining the scene I had just walked into. They told me to wait there for them. I decided to try calling Harry again but no answer. I was panicking, feeling my heartbeat get faster. Briana's cat came up to me and started rubbing up against me again. I had no one else to call... Wait. I do have one. My ex-boyfriend Dean. I scroll through my contacts and click on his contact. I hope he has the same number. I hesitate to call but I do it anyways. It rings for a while before he picks up.
"Hello?" he asks.
"Hi D," I softly say.
"Y/N?" he replies.
"It's me," I chuckle awkwardly.
"How are you? How have you been?" he asks me.
"Good good... Listen, um. I have a situation here," I say.
"What is it, sweetheart?" he adds.
"My friend Briana... I just found her dead, on her apartment floor. But Im thinking my boyfriend might've hurt her," I explain.
"Might of?" Dean chuckles.
"I'm surprising him. He didn't go to work today. He's been acting weird since two nights ago. I called the police already but... I have a feeling in my gut that something's wrong."
"Okay, sweetheart. I'll check it out if it isn't my type of case. Where does your friend live?"
