108 #Blood Everywhere

Jason

I parked my car, standing by the front door of the house that I hate so much. The thought of having to go inside filled me with dread, but I knew I had no choice because my Kiera is here, waiting for me.

This house is her home, and I needed to be there for her, no matter how uncomfortable it made me feel.

I rang the doorbell, hoping for Kiera to open the door as I wrapped my arms around her in a tight hug. Whatever happens today, I will not be at peace until I see her face and feel her warmth.

I waited anxiously for her to answer, my heart pounding with anticipation. But the door remained closed, and a sinking feeling of worry began to creep in.

"Kiera…," I knocked on the door, calling out her name softly, hoping she would hear me and come to the door. The silence that followed only deepened my concern, as I wondered what could be keeping her from answering.

I tried calling her landline since her phone was with me, but there was no answer. Panic began to set in as I frantically