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Epilogue

Epilogue

I cursed as I saw the long line at Louise's favorite Chinese restaurant. It would take a while to get our food. I finally got it, though, and made my way home with our dinner. It was almost eight.

When I arrived, I walked into the guest house only to be met with sheer silence. Frowning, I called out, "Louise! I got dinner!"

I put the stuff on the counter and found us both water bottles. She didn't come back down and I went up to wake her up, figuring she'd fallen asleep again. I'd never met someone who slept as much as she did.

I was met with broken glass.

It crunched under my shoes, the same shoes that she'd gotten me for my birthday, and I found so much blood. The stench filled my nostrils and I felt dizzy as I realized whose it must have been. Leaning against a wall, I found more blood about where her head was. There were bloody handprints and footprints. Her feet were bare, as was evident by the toe prints on the floor. She was stepping on all this glass barefoot.

The carpet in the bedroom was soaked so much, blood oozed when I stepped close. It smelled terrible. Running, I got my phone and dialed the police.

"Nine-one-one, what is your emergen—"

"I think my girlfriend was murdered," I panted. I hadn't realized I was crying until I said that. But really, I was sobbing. "The house is covered in blood, and—"

"Sir, slow down. Tell me what happened."

I looked around as saw the window, which was busted. There was a body below it, making my stomach turn almost as if I would puke any second.

"There's a body outside my house, but it's not hers," I said slowly, processing the scene.

"What is your address?" I said my address in a panicked voice, still looking around. There was a splatter of blood on the counter, as well. "Police officers are on their way to your house now," the lady said.

"She's gone," I whispered. "Her body isn't here. Just some guy."

I left the room and looked around, looking into one room and seeing a few drops of blood on the carpet. There was a trail of blood from that room to her bedroom. It was everywhere.

I heard sirens and looked outside to see a firetruck. They couldn't help anything. No one could. She was gone.

I opened the door as some police officers appeared as well. They rushed in and I gestured towards the scene before leaning  heavily against the wall. My brain couldn't process it. All I could think about was that she was gone.

There was still a chance she was alive, though. She had to get away somehow, and if that guy was her attacker, he hadn't gotten her away. Yes, she'd gotten away herself. She couldn't be dead.

"Sir, what is your name?" one officer asked.

"Emmett," I murmured. "Her name is Louise Bren."

He nodded and wrote something down before disappearing towards the scene. I slid to the floor and watched as everything went by in a blur. Literally, the tears made my vision blurry. I made no move to get them off. I didn't feel like seeing what was happening. People came and went and, before I knew what was happening, there was a reporter there. Cars were gathering as I cried in the doorway of the guest house. I probably looked like a total child, sobbing uncontrollably.

There was police tape I hadn't even known was being applied and there was a huge crowd behind it. I looked at them with disdain and felt the sobs subside. A reporter walked to me and said, "Do you mind if this is on the news?"