Chapter 8

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Josh

My sandwich escaped from my hands, slipping down slowly and finally falling on my plate. My breathing became unsteady as nervousness completely took control of me. I slowly shook my head in disbelief. I had a feeling that someone was going to kill us or something. I didn't want to spend my whole time in Chicago uneasy. No idea or solution came to my head. I didn't know what we should do to stop this fiddle-faddle. We had to stop the person who was messing with us in that creepy way. We didn't want to tell our families anything, because they were already worried about us a lot. Especially mine. After the death of my older brother two years ago due to a horrible car accident, my parents were always in fear of losing me too. I was their only son. They wouldn't bear losing both of us.

"This is so fucking absurd. We received three letters from an anonymous person in only a couple of hours! We don't even know who's the bastard that watches us in every move," I blurted as I curled my fists and banged on the table. Actually, I banged much stronger than I wanted. I could feel the table slightly vibrating under my strong hands.

Sally's eyes turned into a factory of salty tears. Julia's eyes did the same. Their tears ran down their rosy cheeks, and their cheeks got soaked completely in only a couple of moments.

"Guys, listen to me. The sender sent us the lyrics of the song which we were listening to. Do you understand what it means?" Daniel asked.

"What?" Sally asked him, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand.

"It means that whoever sent us this letter, he isn't far away from us. He must be living here in the same building. That's why he could clearly hear us playing some music. Isn't it logical?"

"Who could it be? We can't accuse anyone without having strong evidence against him. I think we should go to the restaurant and ask the delivery man where he got this letter," Julia stated.

"Yes, you're right. We must get going now," I agreed, nodding as I actually liked her idea. We had to go to the main source who delivered this letter for us and ask him about details.

I grabbed my black leather jacket from the couch, and hurriedly exited the dorms with my friends. We shouldn't ignore those damn letters anymore. We had to do something. We called a cab and got in. We didn't really talk during the entire ride. I kept thinking about what we should do in case we didn't have enough details from the delivery man. I wanted to call my father and ask him for help. I wanted him to give us any advice that could help, but I didn't want to act like a child though. I didn't have to call him. We were old enough to solve our own problems without involving our families in and making them panic. They were already so worried about us before we even came here.

As the driver stopped, letting us get out of his cab, we thanked him politely after handing him the ride fees, then we rushed to the restaurant.

"Hello, we just ordered food from this restaurant tonight and we wanna meet the deliveryman who got us our order. Order number 603," I said to the cashier.

"Yes, sure. Can I know why?"

"We just need to ask him about something urgent," I replied with a small polite smile, not wanting to tell him any details.

"All right. Just wait a minute please. I will go and call him for you," The cashier informed us as he headed for the staff's room.

I turned on my heels and looked behind me to see that Nick and Daniel were waiting impatiently to meet the delivery man. Julia and Sally were so pale and worried. I assumed that they wanted to blurt out crying and sobbing, but they couldn't because we were in public.

"Hello," The delivery man greeted us with a confused look on his face.

"Can you recognize me? I'm the guy who received order number 603 tonight from you," I said.

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