the suicide hotline | ??

i walk to my car as Brad and i split ways, and i feel a drop of water on my head, i look up and it begins to sprinkle which slowly turns into rain. it begins to pour and i turn around to see Brad slowly turning back around to my direction.

i turn back quickly so he can't see me, and i begin to get soaked.

"damn it." i curse and brush my hair back.

"hey, wait Wendy.!" someone gently tugs on my arm and i'm face to face with Brad again.

"y-yeah?" i asked shaking a bit.

"i have an extra sweatshirt for you in my car, stay put." he puts his hands on my shoulders and jogs to his car.

i stay put looking around as the clouds get darker and the sky is a now dark grey.

i see him run back and he gives me a baggy, yet so comfortable looking sweatshirt.

" put this on.." he hands me the sweatshirt and looks away.

"a-are you sure?" i asked hesitantly grabbing it from him.

"yes. put it on." he says quickly

i put it on and cover my hair with the hoodie, and immediately feel a lot warmer.
somehow safer.

"okay, now go home quickly, i'm gonna walk you to your car, let's go before it starts to pour more than it already is." he puts his hood on and starts walking towards my car.

i unlock the car and he watches me get in and leaves.

i go back onto route to my house, and begin my 10 minute trip home.

i am on my way home and my phone rings and it's a call from my neighbor.

"hi, Paula." i answer

"hi, Wendy. i don't wanna scare you so remain calm because i have already called police and they're on the way. Someone broke into your house and took a lot of stuff. i heard screaming and then a mans voice about how he didn't do it." she explains the story and my heart is ripped out of my chest.

bastard.

"o-oh my gosh. okay i'm 2 minutes away." i hang up and speed up onto my street. and drive up the drive way.

i park and get out of my car running into my house passing by my now broken window.

i couldn't help but cry and feel frightened.

i grabbed my phone and texted the only person i really had.

'brad someone just broke into my house, i'm scared the police are here.' i send and i get an immediate reply

'what's your address. i'm coming now.'

i gave him my address and walk into the scene which had glass shattered everywhere, every family picture was broken and ripped to pieces. like my heart.

i fall to my knees and i begin to sob 'why me'

i feel extremely weak, and a pair of hands grab my arm, i shoot a glare at the police officer.

"i'm sorry ma'am, please come outside with us."

i walk outside and stand by the police car and can't help but continue to cry.