𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗪𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲

And Then There Were, Fifteen¹⁵

short chapter lol

fifteen, adrenaline

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No word from Jean. No knocks or tearing down your door,... no nothing.

You don't know what to fucking do at the moment. Is he hurt? Did Kruger get to him too?

You lean against your counter, your hand covering your mouth as you try to think of why he hasn't talked to you in... you think a week now.

But you're trying not to let it get to you... even though it's failing. He knows you. He knows how you tend to freak out. Even before you lost Marco. You worry about your loved ones. But... now... you have a very good reason to be freaked out.

You hate even falling asleep in this place these days.

You can't really remember the last time this place truly felt like home to you... but to be honest you've always found home in people. And you won't let Jean slip away from you. Not like how everyone else did.

Whether it was your fault or not.

And the fact that you can't call anyone...—you've tried using the phone Kruger left... but it seems you can only receive calls from it—doesn't help. How convenient.

The only thing you could think of was investigating the situation yourself. It wasn't a well-thought-out decision... but it was one you made without regret. You slide on some shoes and walk out your front door with the phone and your keys in hand. Both items were previously stored in your kitchen drawer.

Because you know he'd do the same for you. Even if your situations were switched.

Despite the tremble in your arms and legs and the shudder that rolls down your spine, you stalk to where your car sits. It's daunting, but it's the only thing that can get you from point A to point B. So, you open the door and huff as you sit behind the wheel.

Gosh, you're shaking. You're trying to control it... but...

You squeeze your eyes shut for a second but you will yourself to open them again. You have no extra time to sit around. You could already be too late.

You lift the keys and you're about to put it in the ignition when vibrating from the phone makes you nearly jump out of your skin. You quickly look at it, but you don't know why. You don't know why you hoped that somehow it was Jean. How could it have been?

This time... the phone says Kruger.

Your fingers are visibly trembling. Why is he calling? And now? If he's watching... well, maybe he thinks you're running off to the police again.

You bring your thumb up to your mouth as you glare at the screen. What are you even doing right now? Nothing you do seems to be the right decision but what you do know is that you have to get to Jean.

You answer, despite yourself, and bring the phone up to your ear, glancing up ahead of you, peering out of your window. But before you can say anything, he's already talking. It's like he said 'fuck it' to the whole mysterious, creepy vibe he usually has.

His tone was completely different than normal.

"Get out of the car, Y/n," he doesn't waste a second. The tone is non-negotiable... sure, but there's something else. Something that's not usually there. "Now."