The second I pull up into my driveway, the bad gut feeling only gets stronger. I grab my Glock 26 handgun from the glove box and slowly get out of my car.

I now have my gun in my right hand with my index finger just outside the trigger and my left hand holding it up. The feeling gets stronger and stronger as I approach the front door.

Its unlocked.

The second I open the door and step inside my house, I see my best friend’s body lying in the main hallway. I holster my gun and run up to her screaming her name.

“Alyssa! What happened?!”

“He found me, my ex. He stabbed me.”, she says in a pained voice.

“Where is he now?”, I ask.

“He’s still here, in our basement sleeping.”, she says to me, her voice laced with fear.

“I’ll take care of it okay?”, I say.

I stand up, unholster my gun, and head towards the basement.