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VANESSA SHELLY loves you. You've been hers for everything, Her horrible dad---known right now as "Steve Raglan" always as "WILLIAM AFTON" no matter if he died or if he lived on to peak his hundreds---which you wouldn't doubt if he did in jail. You love her still, but you wont deny. Your beautiful Fiance--soon Wife, gave you a mini heart attack everytime she left for work and came later than promised. Obviously, she always made up for it. Sweet kisses, Watching movies with you, coming home with flowers or some sort of gift she'd know you'd like.
But, unfortuntely, Vanessa was late again but this time---WAY WAY WAY passed that usual. You were worried for awhile, switching from "maybe she's just has a huge scene" or "she's visting freddy's again." but one especially lingered. What if she was cheating? the two of you---regardless how much you love eachother---still got arguments between the two of you. Yesterday, this morning before she left, and an earlier phone call was you two arguining only.
But that wasn't like Vanessa aswell. She's never done that, and you knew she'll never even try. So, picking up your phone you dial Vanessas personal number. Nerve wrecking rings greeted your ears, before it just left to voice mail. You tried, Again, Again, Again, and Again. Only to be greeted by Vanessas sweet voicemail that at the moment annoyed you. Ring after Ring, still no answer. Annoyed and frustrated, you decided to shoot her a text---maybe she was driving and couldn't call?
"Vanessa, babe. Where are you??"
only to be left as sent
"You better come back, Nessa it's 1:00 in the morning! almost 2."
still. Only left as sent.
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HOURS LATER, you had fallen asleep on your couch due to waiting for Vanessa. It had to be around 5 almost 6 now. You softly sigh, getting up and expecting to see Vanessas HURRICANE PD jacket hanging on the hook but, nothing but your own sweater. Worried, you got up and looked out the window. No cop car either. Your messages were left as sent. You'd hope---even with how bad it still was--- that she was just mad at you.
But, that was answered when a co-worker of hers came to the door at 8-9 o'clock, with a little girl, and a guy---you'd guessed it was the one's Vanessa talked about why she kept going back to Freddys for. "good morning," you smiled softly, but a bit of panic stirred in you. "How can I help you officer?" the officer only sighed in response. "Miss," he started, "we're...really sorry this wasn't sent forward a bit earlier." he spoke. "Officer Vanessa Shelly has been killed in a automobile accident." those words stabbed your heart.
she wasn't mad at you, she wasn't cheating on you, avoiding you, whatever....she was dead, and shes been dead for the whole night you were worried.
oh fuck.
you were able to go ID the body, as they had an idea it was her, and you had hoped it wasn't her. Unfortuntely, it was.