I awoke suddenly, sitting in the recliner I had settled in after Rebecca left for her hike. The clock on the wall showed 1:43 AM. Jesus, I was out like a light. Had Rebecca come home yet? Why didn't she wake me? I worriedly got up out of the chair and walked to her room. My hand hovered over the door handle.
'Just twist it, go in. Stop being so afraid.'
I pulled back suddenly and held my face in my hands. "I'll just see her in the morning," I said to myself quietly as I sleepily walked to my room.
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Quarter past noon, it must have been a late night for Rebecca. 1:00... 1:15... 1:45... 2:30... 3:00. Before, I was worried about giving her the space she needed, but my hesitance left me at that moment. I hurriedly walked to her room and opened the door. Her bed was empty, made up completely with untouched sheets. I stared in confusion. Did she stay the night somewhere? Why wouldn't she tell me? 'You should have opened the door.' I fumbled to grab my phone out of my pocket. No messages from Rebecca. No messages from anyone. I called her and listened to the dial tone countless times with no answer.
"At the tone, please record your message. *beep*"
"Rebecca. Uh, if you get this, please call me back. I thought you got home last night, but you're not here, which- you know that- anyway, I just- where are you? If you stayed the night somewhere- that's fine, of course, I'm not mad, I just expected you to be home, that's all. Call me please Becca."
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The Beast of Bleak
Short StoryDays in Bleak, Tennessee are usually boring and uneventful for this sheriff, but things have been changing recently. The once peaceful and boring town is experiencing a blizzard... in June. Dive inside the mind of the sheriff of this sad town and f...
