Fluid

Chapter 10 part two

The Letters

I took the letters inside to read. One by one, I read each letter. A few read things like;

Hope you see your girl friend... In hell.

God hates fags

I will kill you with my bare hands. No one will care you are gone.

We are going to beat your girlfriend at noon. Meet us at your hide out, if you want to save her.

BURN IN HELL

We are going to kill every one you care about.

Faggot

Kill yourself, or I will.

No one likes you.

I corrected the misused pronouns in my head. I went to send Krys photos of the letters with my phone. When the phone turned on I went to check the messages. There were fifty six new messages, most were from numbers I didn't recognized. All of the messages were worse than the letters, even a few death threats. As I read the last message I noticed it was a number I did recognize. It was Kelly's number. Her text read, "meet me at the field at noon. Bring the cops and we kill your girlfriend."

Checking the time I saw it was 11:23. I scribbled a note for my father to see and then left. My heart was beating with such power and so rapidly that I could see it through my clothes. My eyes were watering and my hands were so cold I could barely start the car. I keep a knife in my car in case of something happening. I drove so fast, I would probably lose my driver's license if I were caught. My eyes constantly lost focus and checked to clock. Thinking of what I would do when I got there was agonizing. The knife was secured in my pocket and I got out of the car.

Clearing the tears from my eyes, my adrenaline rushed through out my body. All my senses were heightened as I frantically looked around. My attention was caught by a fire. Hand on the knife I jogged over to it. Krys was on the ground, something over his mouth. I winced in pain when I saw him being brutally beaten. Hiding behind a bush I dialed 9-1-1 and told them not to come with sirens. Explaining the situation as calmly as I could manage. Hearing foot steps, I told the operator to hang on. Taking out the switch blade I turned to see someone. I couldn't recognize the face.

"Run. You have to run. They won't kill Krys until they know you are here. Don't go home, that is where they will look for you. Now run. You have to trust me." I scared voice whispered to me.

"I called the police. They are coming. I need to know Krys is okay. What is happening?" I hissed to the man. I stood up and instantly regretted my choice in actions. I ran to Krys and started screaming when I saw the blood on his face. He wasn't moving and the crowd had left. Crying, I looked at Krys. He had serious bruising and they had cut his wrists. Krys' face had burns on it. I played next to him, kissed him, and remembered the operator. "I need you to bring an ambulance. He has bruising around the ribs, burns on his face, and cut wrists. I need help. Please!" I screamed to the operator.

I held his hand for what seemed like forever. I kept my other hand on Krys' chest letting it rise and fall. Cars rolled up, but I refused to open my eyes. Once I did, I realized it was the paramedics and police officers. Endlessly I answered the questions, I was asked. They started doing CPR on Krys and then took him in the ambulance. I couldn't do anything, but sit there and cry.

The End?