6:47 p.m. He would come home in 13 minutes. 13 minutes till everything would turn left. 13 minutes till the plan would become reality and life as I knew it would end in exactly 13 minutes. He would realise what I had done, and I would be lucky to come out of it alive.
10 minutes. He most likely already knew what I did. He would spend the rest of his life paying for what had happened on this cloudy November day.
7 minutes. My bags were already packed for when I would come back with the police tomorrow. I would tell them that he had tried to hurt me, and they would believe me because I would have the bruises to prove it.
4 minutes. I was sat at the dining table like every other day. Dinner was ready, two glasses were filled with an expensive red wine and the stranger looking in from outside would think that this was the home of a happy family.
1 minute. His car arrived. I saw the blinding lights and heard his engine turn off. My heart started racing and my hands were sweating.
7:00 p.m. His key entered the lock and the door opened. There he was: as gorgeous as ever but covered in blood and his eyes filled with terror.
Lightning lit up the dark sky with thunder following right after. She was running for her life. Not because of the storm, but because he found out and he was after her. She felt the thick, warm liquid dripping from the scrapes that had formed on her knees after they had hit the hard concrete floor. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she was about to run out of breath, but she had to go on. She knew the police station was close and there was no chance that he would follow her there since he was the one who had killed someone only a few hours earlier.
Why on earth did she decide to wear all-stars? Her canvas shoes absorbed so much rain, making fairly difficult to lift her feet.
After a while, she entered the dead-end street where the police station was located. She stood still for a few seconds before she entered the white building. She had always liked how the streets looked when it'd just rained and just looking at that calmed her down a bit for some reason.
The station entrance was closed, considering that it was 9:30 p.m., so she rang the doorbell. The hallway behind the door lit up and she could hear the lock being turned. The door opened and the tall man behind it had a concerned look on his face. "Oh my god, please come in and tell me what happened to you" he said while taking a few steps to the left to make room for her. She entered without saying anything and he locked the door after her. "My name is detective Green, but please just call me Aaron. Do you want something to drink? Maybe a blanket? You look like you're freezing." He left the room without even waiting for an answer only to return with a hot chocolate and a purple fleece blanket a minute later. "Okay, sit down and tell me everything. You look like you've been through a lot." She took a deep breath and started talking. "My name is Rachel. Rachel Grant. She hesitated but continued to talk. "I think my boyfriend killed someone and he tried to kill me when I asked him about it." And then she started to cry.
