Until She Left

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Jane slowly turned the key and pushed the door open, stepping and closing it behind her. The house was so dark and quiet she wondered if he even was home as she strode further into the hallway of her fiance's house.

It was 11:30 p.m. and she decided to stop by him before going home. Work had been hectic all week and she missed him, being in his arms, kissing him. She got butterflies just thinking about him.

As she approached his bedroom, she realised it was left ajar and she could see a few clothing pieces scattered across the bedroom floor. He was never the type to just leave his clothes laying around. She wondered how tired he must have been to.

She skipped over the mess and peeked her head in his bathroom en-suite but he wasn't in there either. Now she was getting worried. She walked out and was about to call him. Her heart rate slowly increased as her call went to voicemail.

It was not like him to not be home by this time of the night that she started thinking maybe he got into an accident. But there's no way. His car was parked outside and he never took an Uber. He had to be here somewhere, her thoughts insisted.

Her feet shuffled to the passage that led to his office where he did his designs and client contracts. She narrowed her eyes when some strange muffled noises came from behind the door. Her first thought was that someone was struggling to breathe.

Again, the door was left ajar and she touched it lightly, letting it quietly revolve and open wider. She froze in her tracks and furrowed her eyebrows, her jaw on the floor as she registered what her eyes were seeing.