Lover or Stalker? (1)

Single Now

Life was perfect. I had everything I needed, including Jake. He was my boyfriend of three years. He was amazing. He was smart, loyal, and respected me and loved me. I couldn't have asked for a better man. He was perfect for me. Oh, it still terrifies me how fast that all changed...

Jake is supposed to come over this evening, so I wait for him in my living room. My phone vibrates, and I smile when I see a message from him. But my smile quickly fades when I read it.

Jake: man in my house. He has a knife. I can't escape.
Me: Jake? This better not be a joke!
Jake: not a joke.
Me: you're scaring me!
Jake: he's coming closer. Found me! He'sjskvkobk
Me: you still there?
Me: Jake?
Me: ???

I decide to drive to his house and see what's going on. I'm gonna be so mad if this is a joke! But I hope this is only a joke. It's only a prank. Just a sick prank. I pull into his driveway. I burst through his door without bothering to knock. I scream, "Jake?" No answer. I yell louder, "JAKE?" I check all the rooms and find nothing. But when I get to his bedroom, I gasp in horror. Nothing can erase the memory of what I walked into. His dark blood on the carpet. The purple-tinted dagger in his back. His cold, lifeless eyes. I know he's dead, but I still whisper, "Jake?"