As he opened his eyes, his head was thumping, this was one of his worst hangovers for sure. The sunlight filtering from the drapes was hurting his eyes.he extended his arm to grab the water bottle from the side table, it was missing. The lamp was fallen on the floor, the bulb broken.
Where was Sara?
He called out, "Sara ! Sara !"
No response.
As he dragged himself out from the bed and reached the fridge, he suddenly stepped on something wet. The carpet was soaking in somethin crimson, looked like blood. The trail was leading to the kitchen....
He was now scared, their loud arguments from last night ringing in his ears, Sara....?
Did he have one too many last night?
Enough to.....
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