Kay's POV

My boyfriend Ty was like, the best boyfriend ever. He always takes me out places, like to his house, and never misses the chance to tell him he hates me.
Today he was all like, "Hey you wanna go to my house I hate everyone?" and I was like "O-KAY!" (that's a name pun)
I knocked on his door.
He didn't open the door for me the second I knocked for me to 'accidentally' knock on his face, so something must definitely be wrong.
I kicked the door open with my foot, except instead of swinging the door open my foot just made a huge hole in the wood.
I grabbed the door and ripped it off the hinges, tossing it onto the street into an innocent pedestrian.
Oops. My bad. Oh well. Going inside now.
I walked inside Ty's house and looked, like, everywhere for him.
He wasn't on the couch.
He wasn't in the fridge.
He wasn't on the toilet.
He wasn't in the toaster.
And he was DEFINITELY, DEFINITELY NOT in the oven. I'm sure of it. I checked thrice. (Three times for all you, like, noobs.)
Finally, I gave up and I went into his room so I could touch his computer.
OH HEY LOOK AT THAT he's in here.
Except he looks kinda dead.
Uhhh...
Well.
Oh no.