I woke up to the sounds of yelling, crashing, banging, and sirens coming from outside. It was nighttime and, even though some amber-colored light poured through the window, it was hard to see my surroundings. I could really only see the shadowy shapes of objects that were in the room.
I winced at the pain in my head, but when I tried to touch my hand to my forehead, there was a resistance and clattering of chains. I turned my head up to look at where my hands were and the small bit of light that shone through the window reflected off of something that was around my wrists.
Am I handcuffed to the bed?
I start to struggle against whatever was holding my hands in place; I had to get out of here. I had no idea if I was alone or not and I could hear the rioting crowd outside. Even if I was alone now, that could change at any moment. It was very likely that people would start running through the apartment building, looting all that they could from every room. If they came in here and saw me like this, I would be easy prey.
Pain started to radiate from my wrists, but I couldn't stop struggling because I was starting to panic. Suddenly, I heard the apartment door open and a voice call out my name. Sophie's voice.
"Sophie! I'm in the bedroom!"
Before I knew it, the bedroom light was switched on and hit my sensitive eyes harshly, which only made my pounding head worse. While I was momentarily blind, I heard Sophie scream, "Oh my god!"
I forced my eyes open so they could adjust to the light. Sophie wasn't looking at me, so I followed her line of eyesight - she was looking at the floor to the side of the bed - and that is when I looked over the edge of the bed and saw Randall's lifeless body. Blood was everywhere - on the floor, the bed, the vanity. I looked down at my clothes and found that they were drenched in blood as well.
Then it all came back to me: Randall came in the room, talked about a deal that him and Arthur had, then he attacked me, someone stabbed him with scissors, and then I passed out. Arthur had to have been the one that killed him. He saved me.
"It's okay, Sophie. He attacked me."
Sophie was finally able to turn her gaze from Randall and look at me, "Shit, Anon, what happened? Did this guy handcuff you to the bed? Who killed him? Do you know if there is a key somewhere?"
She was asking way too many questions and I wasn't sure how to answer most of them. I knew that Randall couldn't have handcuffed me to the bed because he was straddling me on the floor before he was stabbed in the throat, so there was no way it was him. So who could have done this? Did GCPD end up making an appearance while I was passed out and decided to just handcuff me while they dealt with Arthur? Where was Arthur?
"Where is Arthur? Have you seen him?"
"T-that's why I came over here... I had to make sure you were okay."
My heart dropped, "Did something happen to Arthur?" I braced myself for bad news.
Sophie shifted her body awkwardly, that was when I realized she had a small gun in her hand, "He was on the Murray show just a few minutes ago."
Her mentioning that, I did remember him saying he had a show tonight, but it made me wonder...did HE handcuff me to the bed?
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