Maybe it was too hot for a thick leather jacket... When you idolized particular women and a particular style, the heat wasnt a big deal. The end of the summer seemed to have dragged out into early October, and to be honest, nobody minded. The sun was down, it had been for at least two hours, and still the heat was high. Most people were either indoors, or choosing to hang around in various locations around the campus. Some where out in the city, others had vanished out of town, the rest was a mystery. Lori was kicking stones with a small group of friends, trudging along the pavements in the city centre. The group seemed quiet, occasioanlly making remarks or jokes, laughing and smiling together.
Lori had taken to losing herself in her thoughts, inhaling her cigarette as she walked. It wasn't a bad night to be out. The group passed along another street and seemed to lighten up a little. Conversation was dull and eventually they parted ways for the night.
"You heading back?" One girl asked, lagging behind the others as a few headed back to the campus.
Lori shook her head, tossing her butt into a bush.
"I'm going to check Ramshead. See what's happening there." The girl's friend shrugged and turned, blonde hair flying after her as she jogged to catch up with the others. Lori sighed and shoved her hands into her pockets. She had a few things on her mind, she had done for a while. Her first year at college had been interesting. Things had been awful the last year, but nothing felt better than finally leaving home. She'd met people who shared similar interests and defined her image. She felt almost free. Almost.
She crossed over onto another block and checked each house. Most people were watching television now, not caring about the youth of today. Lori shared that opinion. She didn't care what the kids were thinking, so long as they didn't get in her way. Her feet brought her to a stop across the street from a normal looking house. It wasn't a fancy three story, or an old house. It stood on a relitively decent priced street, with a garage. She stuffed her hands into her pockets and frowned.
"Now or never..." She muttered, watching the light in the front room flicker. The tv was still on, someone was still up. The girl exhaled slowly and walked over. Her feet were heavy and they almost felt like lead, thick soled shoes sticking her feet to the Tarmac. It seemed like an age before her hand was on the wood of the front door. Her hand dropped as she completely reconsidered her motives. She had no reason to be here. He didn't give a crap, he never even looked at her. Clearly he hadn't forgiven her, it wasn't like she cared...
"Don't lie." She muttered, moving to knock again.
She knocked gently, afraid of forfulling her minds desire. Nothing. She knocked again, louder. She heard a bang in return. It came from inside the house. She waited, unsure if it meant someone was coming to the door. No one came but soon the noise increased in frequency and volume. She pressed an ear to the door and listened. That wasn't exactly anyone moving. Her ears picked up something else. Well, it deffintely was someone moving. The human noise grew louder, becoming more obvious that someone was in pain. Lori leant against the door, straining to listen. The door gave way soon enough and swung open. She stumbled forwards and the noise of pained cries echoed through the hallway.
She called out quietly, checking the street behind her. She didn't see anyone looking. Her feet picked her upright as she moved down towards the noise. In the living room two men stood, one with his hand around the throat of the other. One of them was already covered in blood. It didn't take long before Lori made a connection.
"Hey!" She shouted, pushing the door open completely. "Stop doing that. What the fucks he done?" She seemed to have completely forgotten about her breaking an entry.