There was a collective gasp of dread and concern.

“I’m fine. It’s not my blood.” Frank said, looking at the puddle he almost tripped and fell into. He had landed next to it with a loud BANG! His head hurt a lot, but he was fine. Right?

“Who’s is it then?” Issac asked, concern clearly written on his face. He reached down to help Frank up. Lauren, Issac’s sister, stood behind him and reached for her phone in her purse.

“I don’t know. We should leave.” Frank was trying to wipe off some blood that had gotten off his sleeve when Lauren gasped again. “What is it, Lauren?”

She stammered and kept looking at something behind Frank. He squinted his eyes and realized that his boyfriend wasn’t in the room anymore.

“Aw shit! Where’s Issac, Lauren!?” He whisper-yelled, trying not to startle her more. She didn’t answer and just decided to run.

Coward, Frank thought. He looked behind him and started to back up in fear. Behind him was a bloodied body with Issac over it. Shit.

“Issac? What’re you doing?” Frank had started to inch closer and closer to the door and Issac looked at him. Double shit. Issac had a knife he had never noticed before. No wonder the look of concern his usually blank-faced boyfriend had was filled with fake concern when he saw the blood. Ugh.