Chapter 10: Punishing Him

‘No. No. No. No,’ she thought anxiously as she rose from the floor. She called his phone, and it went straight to the voice message again. Her hand reached for the pistol.

Picking locks was not her specialty. She hoped he wouldn’t mind what she was going to do. Her gun clutched in both hands, Danica took a few steps back. She sprinted to the door and shouldered it open. It broke with a bam.

Immediately she pointed her gun behind the wall, in case somebody was hiding there. It was empty.

Before her was a slightly messy apartment, with a few things lying about. That was strange, because unlike her, he was quite particular about how things should be in the exact same places. That she knew within three years they became friends.

Right after she had broken up with Dave, she went to a bar, with a fake ID. Three hours later, she was awfully drunk, but dragged herself out before throwing up on the sidewalk. By that time, she was barely conscious anymore, holding onto something: probably a tr