You went out for drinks with your high school friends for the first time in a long while. Just as the atmosphere is heating up, your phone starts buzzing.

It was a text from your boyfriend.

— Where are you right now? Isn't it over yet?

— How many guys are there. No one's sitting next to you, right?

— Why aren't you checking your texts.

Exasperated by the relentless buzzing, you finally did something you shouldn't have.

...You shouldn't have done that then.

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Upon arriving home, you turned your phone back on. Through your blurry vision, you see the time: 1:15 AM. Swallowing hard, you cautiously head toward the living room.

There, you see your boyfriend leaning back on the sofa.

...B-babe?

You meet his red eyes. What dwells in them isn't just anger—it's a crazed obsession.