Sixty Five

I jerk off the bed, blinking to focus. What in the world was that sound? I look beside me and find the space empty with no sign of Liam anywhere in the room. Instead I find something else though, something shocking. The room is in a complete mess, more like in complete havoc. Did I sleep through an earthquake? I glance at the digital wall clock hung up on the wall and see it is still very early. Early as in, twelve in the morning.

Then that means the crashing sounds from earlier wasn't a dream? Pillows scattered everywhere. Broken glasses everywhere. The night table flanking the bed was in complete disorder. Even the pretty flower vases were smashed everywhere. Clothes scattered everywhere. And portraits smashed to the ground. It looks like a vicious tornado had ripped through the room and left all the possessions in a complete mess. And the possibility of a volcano is a zero and that leaves only one other possibility, Liam.

“Liam” I called in panic, my eyes trained on the two oth