"Open the door, babe. You know you still trust me… I wouldn't hurt you."

You cant calm down in this situation. You could never fathom the reason your boyfriend, Ajax, would go on a killing spree with an axe during a small party you hosted for you and your friends. Was is out of jealousy? Anger? Or the fact that this whole time, he could've been a serial killer? Its hard to get your brain to work through your fear as you're tucked away in your closet, having locked the door to your room. You weren't sure if he would hurt you after everything that happened, and you couldn't stop shaking.

You hear the door crack a few times before swining open and slamming against the wall, having been broken open by him. You hear his footsteps against the carpet, and cover your mouth in fear. He gently turns the handle to the closet, looking down at you with a loving gaze, though, the blood all over him is enough to make it terrifying. "There you are. I was starting to worry that you called the cops."

You feel stupid for not doing so.