Violent Night

After making fifteen unsuccessful attempts to reach out to John last night, Kendra decided to give it another try in the morning.

John was long gone in dreamland when his phone rang. He thought it was his usual alarm tone, “Could you please keep it down? Am trying to get the best out of this dream.” He whispered as if he was talking to someone while trying to search for his phone.

Reluctantly, he used his hand to scan the whole bed and finally found it under the duvet but it had stopped ringing.

His eyes became wide open as notifications popped on the screen. He yanked off the duvet, sat upright, and focused on the notifications from the screen.

He was about to dial Kendra’s number when her call came through again.

“What the hell have you been doing!? Crazily worried about you! There you are, ignoring my calls!”

“Am sorry, babe. I can never ignore you.”

“So, what happened?”