I knew something was wrong.
She wouldn’t call me otherwise.
I didn’t know what.
She wouldn’t tell me that.
All she told me was to come over.
I hurried down the street over to her apartment and ran up the stairs.
She had seen me coming down the street and stood with the door open before I even reached her door.
”What’s wrong?” I asked.
”Come inside,” She said and moved out of the way so I could walk past her.
She looked both ways in the corridor quickly before closing the door.
”What’s wrong?” I asked once more.
She walked around the apartment before she sat down on the couch.
I knew this couldn’t be good.
”He’s gone,” She said and started crying.
”Jeremy” She put her head in her hands and sobbed.
”They got him”
I always knew it was only a matter of time before Jeremy would end up in some ditch but I couldn’t help feeling sorry for her.
Only I didn’t know what to do now.
There was nothing I could say.
Why did she ask me to come over?
”I’m sorry” Was all I could say.
”Could you stay here tonight?” She asked, ”I’m scared they’re coming here.”
They probably wouldn’t come. She wasn’t a part of Jeremy’s mess.
”Of course I will,” I said and sat down next to her.
I put my arms around her.
”I’ll be here for as long as you want.”
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