It Continued At The Dorms

TEXT FROM ETHAN: He's gone for good, sweet pea. You don't have to worry about him anymore. He never liked you anyway. Kisses- Mika

Gone for good? That bitch is insane.

"What did you do?" she responds.

ETHAN: Hmmm, maybe a little slicy slice with a knife. And a little bashy bash onto his skull. He's mine forever girlie. :D

A KNIFE? Rose quickly calls the cops, worried her suspicions may be right.

"911. What's your emergency?"

"Um, I think my friend is in danger but they live in a different state. I'm getting these threats over texts from his girlfriend."

"Okay miss. Can you tell me who your friend is and what the texts are saying?"

"Yeah, um, Ethan Nestor. And the texts said 'maybe a little slic-..." Rose trails off when she feels her phone vibrate. Looking at the new text, she struggles not to scream.

"Miss?"

"She-she just sent me a picture. O-of him. He's b-bloody and it l-looks like he's unconscious."

"Okay, miss can you tell me what else you see?"

"Can you tell me that you have people going to help him?"

"Yes we have responders going now. But we need as many details as possible so we know what we're dealing with."

"O-of course right. Okay, um, I see blood pooled below his hands. That seems to be where most of it is. Um, there's a trail of blood down his temple. Oh! She told me she bashed his skull. I think with a knife. Oh fuck please help him." Rose sobs.

"It'll be okay miss. Thank you for your help."

"Wait! How will I know what happens next?"

"We'll get someone out there to call you and give you updates."

When Rose hears this, she cries out. "T-thank you." Hanging up, the young woman sobs, fearing the worst.