My Last Call Was For Cake

On Valentine's Day, my boyfriend ditched me and ran off. All because of an Instagram post my sister made.

"Really craving strawberry cake right now."

Late that night, I was cornered by thugs in a dark, narrow alley. The blade was pressed cold against my skin.

My hands shook as I dialed his number countless times, only to get one cold sentence in return.

"Chloe, be good. Lily isn't feeling well. She needs peace and quiet."

The blade sank into my chest. Gagging on the metallic taste of blood, I whispered, "I want strawberry cake."

"Chloe, stop throwing tantrums."