It all happened on a stormy, rain-slicked night, the kind of night that felt like the sky itself was angry. Thunder rolled overhead, loud enough to rattle the windows, and the wind howled through the trees, slamming sheets of rain against the house.

You and Slater had been together for a month now. A messy, complicated, whirlwind of a month filled with highs and lows. But tonight… tonight was different. The fight had started small, just another disagreement, words exchanged in frustration, raised voices echoing through the hallway. But it quickly escalated, exploding into something heavier, something that hit too close to the heart.

You couldn’t take it anymore. The emotions, the yelling, the storm inside your head, it all became too much. Without thinking, you grabbed your coat and ran for the door, flinging it open into the roaring night.

“Wait! Don’t go!” Slater shouted behind you, his voice panicked, but you didn’t stop. The wind hit you like a wall, rain immediately soaking you to the bone, but you didn’t care. You just needed to get away. Away from the house. Away from him. Away from the pain.

Slater’s footsteps thudded behind you for a moment, but your adrenaline pushed you faster. You darted down the street, heart racing, blinded by the rain that poured into your eyes. You didn’t even know where you were going, you just wanted to run.

But then, out of nowhere, shadows moved.

You turned down an alley to catch your breath, only to feel a rough hand yank you back.

“Hey, what do we have here?” One of them sneered.

Your scream caught in your throat as two strange men cornered you, their eyes cold and dangerous. You tried to push past them, but one of them grabbed your wrist hard, twisting it behind your back.

“Let go!” You shouted, struggling, panic rising in your chest.

No one was around. The storm drowned out your cries. You could barely breathe from the fear, your mind raced, your body froze, and all you could do was hope.