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“See you soon.”

Going over to the window, I look out to find the world outside to be a bright sunny summer day. As if it didn’t storm like crazy last night.

Grabbing my keys and purse, I go to put my sneakers on. Feeling them as I pick them up, I note that they are dry as a bone.

“Nope.” I shake my head. “Not even gonna think about it. If I fixate on this, I’m gonna convince myself I got abducted by aliens or some shit,” I mumble to myself as I slip them on.

After locking up my house, I start walking to the shop. I’m halfway there when my best friend, Olivia, calls me.

“Hey, Liv.”

“Hey, Cove. How’s your day off?”

“Slept in, now going to pick up my truck before coming back and doing some much-needed cleaning.” Since I worked crazy hours all week, I haven’t had time to do much around the house.

“Stop by my place after you’re done at the shop. I have some clothes I wanna give you.”

“Awesome. Thanks, girl. I’ll see you soon.”

Thankfully, the shop isn’t too far from my place, so I get there in no time.

“That’s going to be three hundred and fifty dollars,” the man says once I tell them my name for pickup.

“That’s one pricey battery and oil change,” I mutter as I stick my card into the debit machine.

“You also had a broken taillight, and a few other minor things we took care of for you.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to ask the customer before you do anything other than what was originally agreed on. That’s a good chunk of my paycheck you just took from me with no warning.” I give him a fake cheery smile, and he responds with a glare.

“I’ll go get your truck,” he tells me before heading toward the back.

“You do that! Thanks for scamming me!” Fucking asshole.

I walk out to meet the man around the front of the garage. When he hands the keys over to me, I jump in, buckle up, and roll down the window, making sure to flip him the finger as I peel out of the parking lot.

Afterward, I grab the clothes from Olivia’s place and we talk for a bit before she has to head to work.

As I’m driving home, I see a warehouse in the distance.

It’s the warehouse, the one from last night.

It couldn’t hurt to go have a quick check, right? Something to put my mind at ease, and figure out if last night was real, or actually a dream.

Turning onto the road that leads to the warehouse, my heart starts to pound faster and faster the closer I get.

“I have to check,” I say, parking and turning off the engine. I do, because if I don’t, it’s going to eat me alive.

Grabbing my purse, I check to see if my gun is still there. Something I should have done when I left the house, stupid girl.

It’s there, so I get out of the truck and hesitantly walk to the same door I remember going into last night. “You’re really asking to get killed, aren’t you, Cove?” I mutter to myself, my heart racing even faster.

My hand grasps the handle, and I pull the door open. Stepping inside, I feel a little bit better seeing that the place is a lot more lit up than it was last night. The sun shines through the big windows on the other side of the building.

My eyes drift to the hall. At the end is the room where everything happened. Where I supposedly watched a man die, then got finger fucked by a group of killers. And loved it.

There’s no fucking way any of that was real, no way! It’s too damn bizarre.

With shaky legs, I walk down the hallway. As I get closer, my nerves are freaking the fuck out.