Empty House

I returned to my present, still in the bathroom facing the mirror as if I never left. I leaned on the counter, thought of the sweet **** I got on Chris and Zak, and laughed.

Those two died before I even met Melanie, can I get **** or can I get ****?

I exited the bathroom and called out, "Mel!"

Nothing.

"Hmm. Maybe she stepped out."

I exited the room and saw Theresa's door open. I reached to close it, half-expecting her to start yelling, but instead, I saw an empty bedroom and felt a sharp pain in my shoulder.

I grunted and pulled my sleeve back. I saw bandages around my shoulder and they were red!

What the fuck!?

I loosened the bandages and saw a stab wound. I reapplied it. Wasn't bleeding, but damn it hurt!

I grabbed my phone and called Melanie, maybe she'd know. Her phone rang in the kitchen.

I ran over and saw her phone on the table, charging, and something on the wall. A board with papers, pictures, and notes in my handwriting. Looked like a detective's investigation laid out.

"What. The. Fuck!?"

I approached the board and saw surveillance camera stills of Theresa and Melanie with two guys forcing them to walk.

I didn't recognize them.

I looked at the notes and one read: I'm going to kill those fuckers for that motherfucking tape! Wait till I find them!

I raised a brow. "What tape?"

I walked into the living room, turned my TV on, and saw a still image of Theresa, MY Theresa on her knees! Looked like she was crying, mascara running down her face.

I grabbed the nearby remote and restarted the video....