***F.L.A.S.H. B.A.C.K. ***
“Hey darling, my phones dying, just call me back when you can.” Kyle told me. I sighed, keeping my eyes on the road. “It’s okay, Ky, we don’t have to meet up tonight, it’s really late. Just head home, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I replied. “No, I need to see you. I have to tell you something. I have to ask you something.” He explained. “What? Just tell me now, love.” I said. “I can’t it’s really important. Just promise me you’ll meet at our spot.” He said. I turned down the radio and put my window up after throwing out my cigarette. “I promise. I love you.” I was about to say, but then I heard ‘Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep…” so I checked to see if we were connected but then the call dropped after trying to reconnect. I threw my phone into my purse, aggravated. Excitement shot through me, and I didn’t realize I was smiling until I parked on the side of the road and checked my mirror. I had to look perfect; this was Kyle Benson, my boyfriend since tenth grade. I laughed at the ridiculous look on my face. I looked outside after turning off my car and grabbing my purse. It was so dark, probably about nine o’ clock. I gulped, afraid, but then remembered I came here almost every night for the past five years, I would be fine. I got out my car not bothering to lock it and walked down the alley. I heard several gunshots in a row, jumped and gasped. I leaned against the wall and crouched as someone in a black hoodie polled over their head ran past me and threw a gun in the dumpster next to me. I was glad I was wearing a long dark grey trench coat that covered my legs when I crouched and covered my bright skin. I waited a couple of minutes before I got to make sure the strange man or woman wasn’t going to come back. I swallowed loudly again and walked down the rest of the alley, well…ran because I was scared. I wondered if Kyle had made it, if he had heard it too. As I turned left, and stood at the old theatre I saw someone sitting down, leaning against it. I could barely make out their shadow. “Hello?” I asked them. “Are you okay, hello?” I asked, walking over, as quiet as possible. I tapped them on the shoulder and exhaled slowly. As I got closer, I took my purse and put it on my right shoulder away from the person just in case it was a homeless person who was faking. I shook their shoulder. They didn’t move as I started to get even more scared. I took off their hoodie as I realized it was a man, and there was blood on their white, V- neck. As I saw the most gruesome sight in the world, I started to cry, laying down on his chest. This couldn’t happen. ‘Pull it together!’ I could hear him, I called the police.
