Without You

Party for Two (Short Story)

I knock cautiously on the door, praying I have the right house.

After a few nervewracking moments, the door opens and Trevor is smiling out at me. "Hey, you made it!" He steps back to let me in.

I smile as I step inside and he shuts the door behind me. "I hate to miss a party! Just you try to keep me away."

He laughs and, as leads the way to the living room, I realize that nothing at all is decorated or set up for any kind of party. My mind wanders back to when I pulled up: there were no cars parked anywhere on the street.

I can't possibly be the first one here. I always make it a point to be fashionably late. "The party...is tonight, right? I didn't see any cars out there when I pulled up and-"

My words are cut off as a rope drops over my head and tightens around my neck, pulling me backwards into Trevor and cutting off my air supply.

I can hear the grin on his face as he pulls the rope tighter against my throat and whispers in my ear, "The party is just getting started.."