Ro-Ena and Nick walked out of the bedroom together, hand in hand, headed for the kitchen to get some breakfast before heading back to their school campus and endure another day of classes.

As the two of them entered the living room that was connected to the kitchen, the sight that was presented in front of them was enough to send shocks throughout their entirety. Tables were turned upside down, the couch was slashed, frames and lamps were broken, walls were banged through with what seemed to be a crowbar, or a weapon of some sort strong enough to create enough damage, and on the wall that had separated the kitchen from the living wrote a dreadful message, “Someday you will be mine: dead or alive”

Ro-Ena let out a small gasp as she turned around and searched for any sort of consolidation from Nick.

“It’s okay, it’s going to be okay,” he assured her while rubbing her back to give her reassurance. Deep down, it seemed weird for him. They were just in the next room, how could they have not heard all that raucous? There were enough damages that could have wakened up even the neighbors. It didn’t seem to fit with the big picture. “Where’s my jacket at?”

“In the uhm…the closet…over…it’s over there,” Ro-Ena said in a trembling voice.

Nick walked to the closet that was situated a few feet away from where Ro-Ena and him were standing and pulled out his jacket. He searched his pockets until he found his small cellular phone and dialled 9-1-1. “Yeah hi, I’d like to report a break-in,” he began to speak out. “I’m not sure if there was anything stolen but I think we know who did it…yeah, we’re at uhm…” he looked at Ro-Ena to give him her home address. “135 Pond Drive, door number 13-16…yeah…thank you,” with that, he clicked the ‘end’ button on his cellular followed by the exhalation of a frustrated sigh. “We won’t let him get away with this,” he finally spoke out to Ro-Ena as he eyed the entire room that had been brutally vandalized.

“He’s going to try to kill me,” Ro-Ena frantically realized as she began to panic. Chills began to run through her veins, her spine and every inch of her body. She wanted to lie down. She wanted to hide out. She wanted to know what it is that she had done that she is experiencing all the pain and fear that was being presented to her on a silver plate it seemed. All that was left was for her to find a tombstone with her name written across it on her front door.

“He’s not going to touch you,” Nick assured her. “Not while I’m here! I didn’t walk out last night when you showed me the door; I sure as hell am not going to walk out now! Not when I know for a fact that you need someone to be here for you!”

“Thank you,” she whispered while burying her face on his chest. She wanted to bring herself back in that moment where all the sound she could hear was his beating heart; she wanted his heart to assure her that everything will be okay and that he will always be there beside her, protecting her. She wanted him to love her. She wanted to be with him forever. She wanted to let him know he was the only one she needed in her life.