There wasn't much time left. Soon something would irreversible would happen.
Uneven, deep breaths passed through her. Camilla was looking for his phone number. She had to reach him now. Before Fred arrived at his place. When Fred had left she had seen him concealing his left hand in his jacket. She knew that he carried his
knife
in that part. Fred had previously made a big show about stabbing people. He had a temper but no balls. He had never hurt anybody in his life. Simply made a show about how he would.
And this is how Camilla knew Fred was going to actually use the knife this time. Because he hadn't made a big show. He had tried to hide his knife.
Where the fuck was his phone number, Camilla thought. How could she sleep with a man for two months and never have his phone number. Was their relationship that superficial? Facilitated by
social media
DM
s? Was she so bored, unhappy with Fred that she went out in secret with his childhood friend to a bar only one week after he had followed her on
Instagram
?
When Fred had found out about the two of them he had acted like he was unphased. Just got out of bed quietly and put his jacket on. And left, while making sure that the knife was indeed inside his
jacket
.
Fuck where was his number. She couldn't find it anywhere. Who could she even contact at this hour to get in touch with him. She instead sent him a DM.
