Our Beginning | Mickey Altieri

Chapter Fifty-Five

"I told the nurse about staying here for the night, and she said I could." Mickey came back inside the room to inform me about staying for the night. I gave him a grin, sticking out my arms to signal him to help me lift in a sitting position as he grabbed my wrists gently. "But I should probably go and grab some clothes for the next day, okay?"

My smile shortly faded after. "No—not after what happened," I told him.

All he did was sigh. He leans closer, an inch away to where our noses almost brushed against each other. "I promise you, I'll be okay," as he whispers calmly, he caresses my face. Leaning as our foreheads now touch. "I'll be back as soon as possible."
I thought about it for a minute. Well, the hospital isn't really that far. Just a few minutes from Windsor. "Just be careful, okay?" I eventually gave in. He nods, giving me a kiss on my forehead before leaving.

Mickey
As soon as I left the hospital, I realized that it's now night. I suddenly smell cigarette smoke not that far. And there he is. Resting his back behind a handicap pole with a cig in one hand. "Holy shit. Ryan." He turned his head behind, which is where I am. "Holy shit. Mickey," he gives out a quick laugh before puffing his cigarette.

"Never knew a guy like you smoked to begin with," I said, walking closer to him.

"Smoking was another way to cope. Stress, you know?"

"Yeah, I do."
He took out a box. One of those Malboro brands. "Want one?" He asks. I don't know if I should. I haven't smoked in a while. But I've been feeling stressed that I had a desire to at least smoke my stress out. So I took one. He lends me a lighter and tossed it into my hand. Lighting it, I huffed and puffed a quick cloud of smoke.

"What's got you standing here outside?" I finally asked him after a few seconds of silence.
"I came with Dewey," He says, pointing to the police department that is a few blocks away from the hospital. "I walked over here to give Y/n a quick visit, making sure if she's okay, before the doctor told me that visiting hours are over."

"Oh, I see."

"What about you, man?" I puffed out some smoke, before turning my head to Ryan.
"Dewey told me about them, so I came here as fast I could to see her." The moment I felt when I heard, the second I saw them in the floor with a broken mirror, and the second I saw their bloody figure in front of me. I just wanted to break down at that spot. "And they're doing okay," I said. "I was just about to leave and grab some stuff to stay with them for the night."

"You should go then. I need to as well," he chuckles. Tossing the cigarette on the ground, stomping to stop. He left with a wave and before he could I called his name out.

"I wanna say—thank you. Thank you for looking out for them. When I come back here, I'll tell her you said hi, alright?"

"Thanks, Mick." A small grin appears. "Take care." And just that, he left off, walking back to the department. I still kept the cigarette in my hand, walking back to the car. He really did change.

—

The fraternity house rests there the time I came back to campus. However, I heard strange sounds that are starting to concern me. I quickly ran over there and knocked on the door three times. And it quietly opened, letting me in.

The sound echoed across a long hallway. I ran down, leading me to the spiral staircase as the sound grew louder. Right through the basement door, that's where it ends. And inside was a party.
"What the hell? Another Sig Ep party?"
There's a row of kegs, lining in one wall as the party gears up for a drunken night ahead. I spot Derek. He's there with a video camera. My video camera. And he's filming both sisters Lois and Murphy.

I approached at the time they left. "Thanks, ladies. Take off to the kegs." He said.

I grab his shoulder, turning him around to face me. "Derek, what the hell are you doing with my video camera?"

"Mine stopped working so I took yours."

"Jesus Christ, at least ask me," I told him. "And I thought there was Sig Ep party a couple of days ago?"

"You had to miss it, so I got Lois and Murphy to throw another one. And here you are," as he patted my shoulder, I moved back just slightly. "Aren't they really aware of your not so positive portrayal of Greek life?"

"Not one bit."

"Where's Hallie?"

"With Reggie and Joel at the dorm. Reg came to visit."

"And where's Sid?"

"She dumped me."

My eyes slightly widen. "No way."

"Yeah."

"You freakin'?"
Derek only shrugs. It's shown that he's clearly upset about it. Just from out of nowhere, I'm lifted by several frat boys. They chant, "Look who's here!" Everybody looks and they begin to take me up the stairs as they cheered and clapped. "Derek, help me get down!" He ignored me and continued to film me with my camera.

—

This is just great, you know? Here I am stripped off from my clothes, leaving me with just my goddamn boxers, and chained to a tree, while everyone else throws gobs of food at me. The yard is filled with frat boys and sorority girls, throwing eggs, syrup, and other food they have.

One of the fraternity jocks came near me. "Who do you love?"

"Y/n."

"Did you say, "My TKE brothers?"

"No, I said Y/n."

More food came barreling at me. Lois and Murphy, all drunk, took down the police tape from the previous crime scene and began to Mayflower me.

Y/n
"He's taking a while to get back here." I felt more worried for Mick. I don't know what's going on. As I got up from the bed, I grabbed a cane they left beside me. I still felt weak in my legs.

The hallways are dark. Absolutely no one in the first floor which is very strange. I make contact with the door that stood in front of me. Limping and limping, I came across an open room. A bright room as it's lightened by the moonlight. I saw a red-orange spark through the window. "What the hell?" I refuse to enter and only stood at the door. I looked around and saw nothing but just silhouettes of object until one moved. Realizing, I froze.

The figure moved up, revealing the same mask by the light. "No..." I whispered. And they came running.

I immediately slammed the door in front of his face. "Shit, shit! No!" I whispered as tears fell down. I began to run, yet I limped throughout to reach to the door...

Only to find that it's locked.

"No! Please! Not again!" I cried and cried out. The killer pulls me from behind, slamming me on the ground with his knife above him. With the cane, I block the attack, using the chance to kick them off me. He stayed on the ground for a while as I got up and limped back to my room, shutting the door. "Please—leave me alone," I let more tears fall. I don't wanna die. Then behind me: The window.

I can't unlock the window. "Damn it!" I screamed. I used the cane to break the window, only cracking a tiny bit. "C'mon! C'mon!" I felt enraged. "For fucks sake! Get me out!" And again, I broke the window with my hand. This time, with my un-bandaged hand that is now injured. The killer bangs on the door, and I crawled out, falling on the bushes.

As I finally escaped, I ran out to make my way back to campus by passing through the entrance of the hospital where I saw dead bodies of a couple of nurses and doctors on the floor.

My legs moved a little more. I guess with my fear, I'm brought with strength back to my legs that I barely used the cane to help me maintain my balance. I ran and ran and ran. I need to get Sid and the rest out of here.