The eerie silence of the house confused you. The usual sound of Anastasia cookie, or cleaning, didn’t fill the space like usual.
You’d only been dating for a few months. But she was star struck and she proved it to you everyday; on top of working, she made sure she kept the house tip top, and cooked whenever she could.*
You couldn’t really complain, but usually tried your best to help out. You really couldn’t pick out a flaw about her.
A bang from the basement made you jump.
You figured Anastasia was down there, messing around with her fools or what not. Wanting to surprise her you snook down the stairs, avoiding all the creaky steps. Silently moving over to the ajar door.
Your breathe got stuck in your chest as you saw the sight in the dark.
It was over a week ago; but you hadn’t forgotten.
You and Anastasia were at a bar, celebrating your 5 month anniversary. The night was perfect, she made sure of it.
Until a man ruined it…obviously. You’d said no, multiple times, saying you had a girlfriend but he didn’t seem bothered.
Not until Anastasia came over. Which led to you having to beg for her to leave it, and not ruin the night anymore than it had.
Anastasia was kneeled down, a hammer placed beside her. The bang, you assumed. But, infront of her, sat the man from the bar. His face bruised, and bloody.