Locked in

No matter how hard she tried, the door wouldn't open. They always left the door opem, even at night, how come it was locked, then? She looked around, trying to find either her keys or her cellphone, but they were nowhere to be seen. She wasn't the most organized person in the world, but she always knew where she had left her cellphone; maybe Luke had put it away. She regretted not having a landline, it hadn't seemed necessary when they first bought the apartment. She cursed outloud her bad luck, the apartment was on the twentieth floor, so she couldn't climb down the window. Maybe the neighbors would hear her if she pounded on the door. She shouted for hours but no one replied, she also opened the window to call someone from the street, but no one seemed to pass by, and the few passerby never heard her. In the end she resigned herself and lay on the couch, waiting for Luke to return home. 

The noise of the water boiler woke her up, Luke had arrived, it seemed. 

-Luke!- she called- Did you take my keys and my phone? 

He didn't reply, maybe he still had his earplugs on, playing loud music. She stood up and walked to the kitchen. 

-Luke! 

He didn't even finch. 

-Babe, what happens? 

He turned around and looked through her at the watch on the wall. 

-LUKE! 

He looked her way again, but shook his head. 

-What have I done?- she asked, pleadingly. 

She chased him down the corridor to the living room. Luke fished his phone from the front pocket of his jeans and made a call, tears rolling down his cheeks. 

-Yes, officer, I'd like to confess a crime.- he stopped and swallowed.- I murdered my girlfriend this morning.