DarkLover4U: How was your day?
Curious_Kitten98: Oh. Peachy. I wrote and edited an entire section for publishing tomorrow by myself because one of my managers “forgot” when publishing was.
DarkLover4U: It’s the same day every month lol. How in the fuck do you forget when the first of the month is?
Curious_Kitten98: Good fucking question…
DarkLover4U: Did you write them up?
Curious_Kitten98: I can’t. My boss won’t let me do write-ups
DarkLover4U: I’d offer you a job with us, but you’d be right back to the same bullshit soon anyway haha
Curious_Kitten98: I’m sorry I’m complaining. I try not to dump my bullshit on you.
DarkLover4U: Dump away, babe! I wish I could do something to make you feel better.
Curious_Kitten98: Talking to you is more than enough! How was your day?
DarkLover4U: It was good. Just caught up on some emails and paperwork for the merger. Relaxed day.
Curious_Kitten98: I feel like you’re rubbing it in now with that last bit lol
DarkLover4U: No, rubbing it in would be telling you that I was able to leave an hour early because my editors were on top of stuff this week :)
Curious_Kitten98: That stings a bit. Not gonnalie lol
DarkLover4U: It’s late. We can talk tomorrow if you’re tired. I know you’ve had a long week.
Curious_Kitten98: I’m okay. I wanna talk to you.
DarkLover4U: Are you tired?
Curious_Kitten98: Very lol
DarkLover4U: Go to sleep, Kitten. We can talk tomorrow! I’m not going anywhere.
Curious_Kitten98: Ugh! We need to go to HR soon because I really want to just exist around you.
DarkLover4U: We will soon. I promise. Once the first wave of employees moves over, that will be the best time to talk to them.
Curious_Kitten98: I know. I’m just complaining. Maybe tomorrow we can talk on the phone instead of text!
DarkLover4U: I do enjoy hearing you fall asleep on the phone! Your little snores are cute.
Curious_Kitten98: Mhmm lol
DarkLover4U: Goodnight, Kitten! Sleep well!
Curious_Kitten98: Goodnight, Caleb! You as well. Dream of me!
DarkLover4U: I always do!
I place my phone on the charger and sink into my bed with a yawn. My eyes are heavy and my brain is tired, so it takes me no time at all to fall asleep.
It feels like hardly any time has passed when a tapping noise somewhere in the house wakes me. I sit up, dazed. I listen, thinking maybe it’s my cat. She has a habit of knocking shit over at night for the hell of it. I turn my lamp on and see that she is asleep on the other side of the bed.
I slowly get out of bed and see on my phone that it is just after midnight. More tapping noises make a shiver go up my spine and I get my pistol out of my nightstand. Being a single woman living on the bad side of town, this gun could be the difference between getting raped and murdered or not.