Sarah casually unlocks the front door to Isabel’s apartment. Four walls, a refuge moulded by Issabel’s character, shaped by her restless mind. A sharp scent of incense welcomed Sarah into her adopted sibling’s, apartment, embosoming sarah in opulent fumes that caressed her eyelids.

”I am home!” Sarah called out in her usually optimistic tone.

”Did you pick up pizza?” Isabel asks lacking any form of salutation.

”No, I didn’t…” Sarah humbly states in a disappointed tone.

Isabel Exhales dramatically.

”How are we?” Sarah asks Isabel, as Sarah means against the door frame of the living room.

”I have not eaten since this morning.” Isabel blatantly lies.

”I will put something on…How about lentil soup?” Sarah asks. *Sarahs phone rings*

*It is Darren*

”Hello my love!” Sarah chirps.

“Sarah!” *Darren sounds excited on the other end of the line.* “You home from work.

yet? I’ll be over to pick you up in a few. We’re still on for dinner tonight, yeah?”

”Yes , absolutely!” She states enthusiastically

”You guys are going out to dinner?” Isabel questions.

Sarah reached her hand to cover the mic on the phone as she looked back to her sister. “Well, it’s just that tonight is our anniversary…” Her tone was shaky, knowing Isabel would disapprove It didn’t stop Darren from hearing. “Hey, Sarah? You still there?

Don’t let that bitch talk you out of this.” She could hardly hear him though as she was focused on Isabel’s reaction.

” Technically it is not your anniversary. I very much doubt you kept track of the first time you got in his pants.” Isabel says, rather matter-of-factly and Rudly.

*Isabel, let’s out an exaggerated sigh. Attempting to pull on her sisters heartstrings. “He isnt good for you.” Isabel states coldly. Sarahs eyes harden which was quite unusual.

”You don’t want to go there with me, Isabel.” Sarah, says in an audibly, exhausted tone.

” You know you can leave if you want to.” Isabel states sharply.

*Time skip. Sarah never returns home to her sisters flat. It is past midnight.*

Darren walks in Isabel‘s flat and his eyes found Isabel. He didn’t even acknowledge her though and he instead shut the door and stood there …

As if he was waiting for something or someone.

“WHO GAVE YOU A KEY TO MY FLAT? “ Isabel barked in annoyance.

Of course, Sarah had given Darren a spare key in case of emergencies.

Isabel's heart pounded in her chest as she came to the shocking realization that Sarah was nowhere to be found with Darren. Panic surged through her as she frantically scanned the room.

"Where's Sarah?" Isabel demanded.

"Darren, where is she?" Isabel pressed, her voice rising with each word. The weight of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks, the reality sinking in.

*Darren is holding a knife in his hand.* As a butcher, Darren was used to handling sharp knives on a daily basis, but tonight was different.

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