Love In A Deadly Game

Lena didn’t plan to come home early.

 She kept thinking about it as her fingers tightened around her phone.

 “I should’ve just stayed… I should’ve stayed at the café…” she muttered under her breath.

 Her voice sounded off. Thin. Unsteady.

 The hallway felt wrong.

 Too quiet. Too still.

 Like something was waiting.

 Her apartment door was slightly open.

 Lena stopped.

 Her brows pulled together slowly.

 “I’m sure I locked it…” she whispered.

 She stepped closer, careful… almost hesitant.

 Her hand hovered for a second before pushing the door open.

 It creaked.

 The sound dragged through the silence.

 Then she heard it.

 A laugh.

 Soft.

 Light.

 A woman’s laugh.

 Familiar.

 Too familiar.

 Lena froze.

 Her chest tightened instantly.

 “No…” she breathed out, barely a sound.

 Then a man’s voice followed.

 Low.

 Comfortable.

 Too close.

 Her heartbeat picked up.

 Fast. Uneven.

 “No… no, no…” she whispered, shaking her head like she could shake the sound away.

 But it didn’t stop.

 It got clearer.

 Closer.

 A soft gasp.

 Then that same laugh again.

 “Stop it…” the woman said, playful.

 “Why? You weren’t saying that earlier,” the man replied, teasing… like it was normal.

 Like it was nothing.

 Lena’s grip on her phone tightened.

 Her fingers dug into her palm.

 Her steps slowed as she moved forward.

 Heavy.

 Each one harder than the last.

 Like her body already knew.

 Like her heart was trying to warn her…

 Don’t go further.

 But she did.

 She turned the corner.

 And everything broke.

 They were on the couch.

 Half-dressed.

 Careless.

 Too comfortable.

 Her boyfriend.

 Her sister.

 For a second, Lena couldn’t breathe.

 The air left her lungs like it had been stolen.

 Her vision blurred at the edges.

 Everything went quiet.

 Like the world had just… shut off.

 Then—

 “Lena?”

 Her sister’s voice cut through it.

 Sharp.

 Startled.

 Caught.

 Lena blinked slowly.

 Once.

 Twice.

 Her lips parted, but nothing came out.

 No scream.

 No question.

 Nothing.

 She just stared.

 Her boyfriend moved first, sitting up quickly.

 “Lena, wait—”

 “Don’t…” she said softly.

 Her voice barely made it out.

 Broken. Fragile.

 “Don’t… say anything…”

 Her sister scrambled, grabbing a shirt to cover herself.

 “Lena, it’s not what you think—”

 A small laugh slipped out of Lena.

 Dry.

 Hollow.

 It didn’t sound like her.

 “Not what I think?” she repeated.

 Her voice shook as she spoke.

 She pointed at them, her hand trembling.

 “You’re… you’re on my couch… half naked…” she swallowed, her throat tight.

 “And it’s not what I think?”

 “Lena, listen—” her boyfriend started, stepping forward.

 “No!” she snapped.

 The word came out louder than she expected.

 It cracked halfway.

 “Don’t… don’t come closer!”

 He stopped.

 Finally.

 And for the first time, Lena really looked at him.

 Not the version she loved.

 Not the one she believed in.

 This one.

 There was no guilt.

 No panic.

 Just irritation.

 Like she had walked in at the wrong time.

 Like she was the problem.

 That hurt more than anything.

 “You said you loved me…” she whispered.

 Her voice dropped again.

 Small.

 “I do—”

 “Stop lying!” she shouted.

 The room fell silent.

 Heavy.

 Her sister stepped forward slowly.

 “Lena, we didn’t mean for you to find out like this—”

 “Find out?” Lena let out another laugh.

 Louder this time.

 But it still sounded empty.

 “So you were planning to tell me?” she asked.

 Her sister hesitated.

 That pause…

 It said everything.

 Lena nodded slowly.

 “Wow…” she whispered.

 Her eyes burned, but she refused to cry.

 Not here.

 Not in front of them.

 “How long?” she asked quietly.

 No one answered.

 Her chest tightened.

 “How long?” she repeated.

 This time louder.

 Her boyfriend sighed.

 Annoyed.

 Like this was exhausting for him.

 “Does it matter?” he said.

 Lena stared at him.

 Her face went still.

 “Does it matter?” she echoed softly.

 He ran a hand through his hair.

 “Look, Lena… things just happened, okay? It wasn’t planned.”

 “Things just… happened…” she repeated slowly.

 Something inside her twisted painfully.

 She turned to her sister.

 “You’re my sister…” she said.

 Her voice was quieter now.

 Her sister looked away.

 “I know…”

 “No,” Lena shook her head.

 “You don’t.”

 “If you did… you wouldn’t be standing there.”

 Silence filled the space again.

 Thick. Uncomfortable.

 “I gave you everything…” Lena whispered, looking back at him.

 “I believed you… I trusted you…”

 He didn’t say anything.

 Didn’t even try.

 That silence?

 It broke her more than the cheating.

 Her sister stepped closer again.

 “Lena, please… let’s just talk—”

 “I don’t want to talk!” Lena snapped.

 Her whole body was shaking now.

 “I don’t want to hear excuses… I don’t want to hear lies…”

 She stepped back.

 Then again.

 “I just… I need to leave.”

 “Lena—”

 “Don’t follow me!” she warned.

 Her voice was sharp now.

 Desperate.

 She turned.

 Fast.

 Too fast.

 And walked out.

 No—

 She ran.

 Out of the apartment.

 Out of the building.

 Out of everything that used to feel like home.

 Her breathing was uneven.

 Short.

 Painful.

 Her vision blurred as tears finally spilled over.

 “Why… why would they do this…” she whispered.

 Her chest ached.

 Like something inside her was tearing apart slowly.

 “I wasn’t enough…” she said under her breath.

 “That’s it… I wasn’t enough…”

 She wiped her face quickly.

 But it didn’t help.

 The tears kept coming.

 Her phone buzzed in her hand.

 She looked down.

 His name flashed on the screen.

 Calling.

 She stared at it.

 For a long second.

 Then declined.

 Immediately.

 It rang again.

 And again.

 She turned the phone off.

 “I don’t want to hear your voice…” she muttered.

 Her steps slowed as she reached the road.

 Cars moved past.

 People walked by.

 But everything felt far away.

 Distant.

 Muted.

 Like she wasn’t really there anymore.

 “I gave them everything…” she whispered.

 Her voice was tired now.

 Empty.

 “I stayed… I supported him… I trusted her…”

 A weak laugh escaped her.

 “And this is what I get…”

 A loud horn blasted somewhere.

 But she didn’t react.

 Didn’t even flinch.

 Her mind was too full.

 Too loud.

 “I should’ve seen it…” she said quietly.

 “There were signs… I just ignored them…”

 Another horn.

 Closer.

 Louder.

 “Lena, you’re so stupid…” she whispered.

 “You always believe people… even when they don’t deserve it…”

 Her steps slowed again.

 Then stopped.

 She stepped forward.

 Without looking.

 Without thinking.

 Tears blurred her vision again.

 “I just wanted to be loved…” she whispered.

 That was it.

 That was all she ever wanted.

 And somehow…

 It was too much to ask.

 The sound came suddenly.

 A sharp screech.

 Tires dragging hard against the road.

 Then—

 “WATCH OUT!”

 Lena’s head snapped up.

 Bright headlights.

 Blinding.

 Too close.

 Too fast.

 Her eyes widened.

 Her body froze.

 For a second…

 Everything slowed.

 Her heart pounded in her ears.

 Loud.

 Wild.

 Her breath caught in her throat.

 “I—”

 The impact hit before she could move.

 A violent force.

 Pain exploded through her body—

 Then nothing.

 Darkness swallowed everything.

 Complete.

 Cold.

 Endless.

 She couldn’t feel her body.

 Couldn’t hear anything.

 Couldn’t see.

 Just darkness.

 Her last thought flickered weakly…

 “…is this how it ends…?”

 Then...

 even that disappeared.