January 8th, 2019 at 02:51am
Girls dreamed of the perfect relationship, from their early preteen years to the day they realized they were in their own dreamy relationship. Savannah had been in her fair share of relationships, some were better than others. Some had been with the one or so she thought. But then she had met Duncan, three and a half years ago when he came in on a chilly winter night, looking for a drink to warm up with. She had known from that very moment that Duncan would be the man she was going to marry. The way that he had smiled, the way that he had just started small talk immediately, her heart had melted when Duncan mentioned he would have to come by again, just to see her. Savannah had been hopeful but she didn't really think it would turn out to go anywhere but then, her very next shift, Duncan came in toward the end of the night. He had offered to walk her home and strangely enough, Savannah had never felt safer than when she had Duncan at her side, he had a certain attitude about him. Strong, confident was what she had told herself. Not deadly, able to make someone disappear with the snap of his fingers.
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All Savannah wanted to do was go home and cuddle into Duncan... or anything... really. Anything that meant that she could relax because after a nine hour shift, she was exhausted. She had texted Duncan that she would be staying until close because it had gotten really busy but then it had died completely, since it was the first snow fall and all, so Savannah ended up getting off nearly an hour and a half early. Heading straight home, to the house that Duncan and she shared, Savannah half wandered about calling Duncan to let him know she was on her way home. But she wanted to surprise him because the pure happiness that was over his face every time she came home melted her heart, each and every time.
Savannah had pulled up to the house but had needed to park on the other side of the street and one down, because all of the spaces in front of their home had been taken. She didn't really think much of it, gathered her belongings and set out for the house. She headed inside, kicking off her shoes before she even bothered to look up. What startled her most was the noise - it sounded vaguely like words but by the time she could make sense of them, she was staring at a horrific scene in front of her. Duncan was standing in front of a man handcuffed to a chair, who looked nearly unrecognizable. He screamed for help but it was more like hoarse cries and that was what had alerted Duncan and his friends to her presence in the first place.
She wanted to scream, she did, but all Savannah could do was stare at the scene, eyes wide. But then her flight instinct kicked in and she turned, reaching to open the door. Savannah wasn't thinking now, she was trying her best to make it off of their front steps and God, she hoped she did because what she had seen had terrified her to her very core.