Monday, July 25th: Hailey and Drea are hosting a party tonight at the club in the next town over. This will be a good chance to catch up with everyone, so don't miss out.

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Lewis had been home from his business trip for almost two weeks now, and things at home had been getting worse and worse. My wrists were bruised, I had another black eye, and I was pretty sure that a couple of ribs were broken. But none of that mattered to Lewis. It never did.

“SHAE! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!” 

I cringe at the sound of Lewis’ voice, getting up from our bed slowly. “Coming, Lewis!” I call back, sighing as I make my way to the living room. “What is it?”

“What the hell are you wearing? You can’t wear that to the club tonight.” Lewis mutters, shaking his head at me. “Go change into the outfit I picked out for you.”

I bite my lip, looking down at my dress. Okay…so it wasn’t club wear, but it wasn’t awful either. “I’ll change before we go, babe. It’ll only take a minute.” I say softly, kicking at the floor.

“Yeah, whatever.” Lewis shakes his head, getting up from his spot on the couch. “I got something today.”

For me? Yeah, right. In my dreams. “Oh…um, what’d you get?” 

Lewis smirks, pulling something out of his pocket. He slides it across the kitchen counter towards me, laughing softly. 

“A-a gun? W-why did you g-get a gun, L-lewis?” I stammer, staring at the glinting metal. I shake my head, pushing the gun away from me, back towards him. I didn’t like guns.

“Why not? Guns can be quite useful…” Lewis says as he picks up the gun, pointing it in my direction. 

“Lewis! P-put the gun d-down. T-this isn’t f-funny…’’ 

“It’s not supposed to be funny, babe.” Lewis laughs softly, taking a couple steps towards me. 

“Lewis, stop it!” I try to move away but he pushes me up against the counter, pinning me down. “Lewis!” I squirm around under him, reaching for the gun. “Stop it!”

Bang!

The gun goes off.

Thud.

Lewis fell to the floor. Lewis was on the floor and there was blood everywhere. There was blood everywhere and he wasn’t moving. There was blood everywhere and he wasn’t making a sound. 

The gun falls out of my hands, clattering against the tiled floor. What had I done?

Sirens. 

Sirens were coming closer. They were coming for me. I had shot him. I had shot my boyfriend. I had shot my boyfriend and now he was dead. 

The apartment door bursts open. Police officers with guns rush in, yelling and pointing their guns at me, telling me to put my hands behind my head. My hands shake as I do so, and tears fill my eyes. An officer rushes towards me, grabbing my already bruised wrists. I wince as the cold handcuffs click around my bruises, the metal biting at my skin. 

“Shaelynn Abbott, you’re under arrest for the murder of Lewis Anderson. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you can not afford one, one will be provided for you…” The officer continues to read off my rights as he drags me out of the apartment. I can feel the neighbors staring as I’m pushed into a cop car. The door slams shut behind me and I’m left in the car with an officer, staring blankly out of the window.

“I want my sister.” I mumble, blinking slowly.

“What was that?” The officer asks, turning to look at me.

“IwantmysisterIwantmysisterIwantmysister.” I mumble over and over again softly, rocking back and forth in the seat. “I WANT MY SISTER!” 

The officer laughs softly, shaking his head. “Okay sweetheart, we’ll find your sister and have her meet you at the station.”

“Okay…” I sigh and close my eyes, leaning my forehead against the window. Maybe all of the pain would go away by the time we got to the station. 

Maybe.
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