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Well, at least she made it home.Frustrated, I shook my head. She could’ve called or messaged.
After removing my keys and exiting my truck, I made my way to the stairs to her apartment. When I turned the corner, I noticed a few drips of what appeared to be blood on the floor. I didn't think too much of it until I got closer to her door and saw it was open.
Before I could run inside, the neighbor opened her door and peeked her head out, her eyes wild with fight.
“Get back inside.” I motioned for her to stay in her place. “Lock the door and call 911.”
I turned and quickly entered Kenna's apartment, seeing more blood on the floor. My heart started pounding in my chest.
As I made my way through the apartment, I followed the blood trail to her bedroom. I scanned the trashed room—blood on her bed, the blankets a mess, and things scattered on the floor. My eyes went right to the closed bathroom door. Grabbing the doorknob, I twisted it, but it was locked.
"Kenna!" After no immediate response, I yelled again, "Kenna, baby, are you in there?"
Just as I was about to kick the door in, I heard something as soft as a whisper.
"Ryan.” It sounded again, but this time, it was her. “Ryan, is that you?"
"Yes, baby, I'm here. Open the door."
A few seconds later, the door opened, and I saw her—beaten and battered, with blood all over her. She fell into my arms, and I immediately wrapped my arms around her.
"Baby, what happened?” I asked. “Are you all right?"
Sirens blared. They were loud enough for me to know the police had arrived.
"It's okay, baby. It's over." I lowered us to the floor.
"I fought back," she cried into my chest.
I gently grabbed her face and lifted it up to mine.
"I fought back, Ryan. Where is he?" Fear crept into her words.
"Where is who?" I asked. "Who did this to you?"
"Brad. Brad was here, but I fought back. I stabbed him with the scissors. Where is he?" She asked, tears running down her face.
"Brad was here?" I growled out the words.
A police officer entered the room. "Let her go,” the uniformed man shouted. “Step away and put your hands in the air."
“No.” Kenna grabbed hold of me tighter. "He didn't do anything! It was Brad. Where is he? I stabbed him!" She continued, yelling louder, "Where is he?"
I glanced down at Kenna. "He isn't here."
Kenna dropped her face to my chest, crying, "No, no, no."
One of the policemen approached us, kneeling in front of Kenna. "Ma'am, there's an ambulance on the way. Can you tell me what happened here?"
I held Kenna as she told the police what had happened. When she finished telling them the horrid details, one of the first responders approached her. I took that opportunity to make my way over to one of the officers, Griffin Barnes, whom I recognized from the gym.
I leaned in close so no one could hear me. "Griff, you better find thismotherfuckerbefore her brothers, or I do."
"Ryan, right now, I'm Officer Barnes, not Barney from the gym, and you really shouldn't be saying this to me," he replied.
"I don't give a flyingfuckwho you are right now. Look at her. I willfuckingkill him if I find him first," I seethed, making my anger known.
"I will do everything I can, but right now, you need to be with her. She needs you. Did you call Conor and Finn?" he asked.
