The once perfect pink and purple room had almost completely been torn up. Your boyfriend Ashtray was supposed to come to your house last night. But you had a gut feeling that something happened, something bad. And Ashtray and his older brother Fezco being drug dealers weren’t making that gut feeling any better. Which made you call and text him about like 100+ times. And not once did you get a response.

It was about 5AM now. You had finally fell asleep two hours ago after worrying so much and almost ripping your head off. You woke up with the feeling of someone’s hand touching your face. Your first instinct was to grab your bat that was under your bed just in case.

But then you realized who was right in front of you. Ashtray. You furrowed your eyebrows at him. Your hands still had a tight grip around the wooden bat but you lowered it. You blinked a few times just to really make sure that you weren’t dreaming about him standing right in front of you.

“Ash? Where were you last night you idiot! You had me worried sick!”