Adieu

Deleted scenes: Destiny's panic

(A:N// Heyyy :) Don't have too much to say, I just felt I outta post (and write) a few of the extra scenes I didn't put in the book. I'm currently editing and revising Adieu, preparing it for the contest... Oops, I didn't say anything about a ridiculously-epic-and-awesome scavenger hunt contest with epic prizes, nope, I'd never give something away like that. You know what else? I'd never tell you that Nadie_Rae-aka cookie, and author of The Wattpad Writers Rant, which you have to read; funniest thing I've read on here-Has agreed I be my lovely assistant with it, because that'd just be stupid. 

I've already edited a bit of Adieu that I haven't posted, so before you get confused about it; I merged chapter one with the prologue, making Destiny showing up at William's apartment chapter one... Geddit?  

I think I'll go back and put stars where I've edited. 

That's it really, I miss writing my pointless Author's Notes :( Here's deleted scene #1)

In Between Prologue and Chapter One: Destiny's Panic

"Neither can I. I mean I qui- Ow."  

"Will? Are you alright?" Destiny questioned, her tone rising. 

"Yes I'm fine," William muttered distractedly. 

"Are you sure? Your not coughing up anything are you?" Why wasn't he responding? What was going on? "Will?" 

"L-listen. I'm... Gonna call you back. K?"  

No! It wasn't ok at all! "Are you alright?" She insisted, snatching her car keys from beside her. "Do I need to drive over there?"  

"No. Dez I'm cool. Just... Later," he mumbled, before the dial tone rang through the air. 

Destiny hopped from the softness of her bed urgently, throwing the phone. She had to get to him, she had to get to him now.  

What if he was already on the floor, dead or bleeding? What If he tried to kill himself? No, she wouldn't allow it, her brother would not die.  

Her legs pushed themselves faster, clearing the stairs three at a time until she landed the bottom; the front door was visible now, she would be on his doorstep in twenty minutes, nothing could stop her. 

"Dez?"  

Destiny winced, but didn't slow her stride. Who cared if even after three years his voice still made her stomach do summersaults? William was her priority. 

"Wait! Where are you going?" Ken insisted, jogging toward her until he could gain a hold of her elbow. "What did I do?" 

She shook her head, tugging against his grip. "It's not you, I need to go." 

"No, you don't, please don't," he begged, hazel eyes swimming with worry. "You could at least tell me-" 

"Let me go. Let me go right now Kenneth." 

"What's going on?" He sighed, dropping his hand immediately. "What's wrong? You can't just leave without telling me anything." 

Destiny continued her stride toward the door, ignoring him. "I can, and I am," she replied, vaguely aware of how harsh she was being. But she couldn't help herself; anger and worry clouded every rational thought in her brain. How could he have cancer? Cancer of all things!  

"I have your car keys." 

Her hand froze on he cool metal. "What?"  

He coughed nervously; just as he always did when she was about to kill him. "I-I uh took your car keys." 

"When?" 

"They were going to fall anyway." 

She swirled around, glaring. "Give them back, or I'll take yours." 

"You don't know where they are." 

"Of course I do, they're in your tennis shoes." 

"Not anymore, I moved them." 

"Fine then, you're book." 

"No." 

She rolled her eyes. "Well, when I find them, don't expect me to be nice to your precious Lisa." 

"She didn't do anything to you." 

"It's a car!" 

"But you're not!" Kenneth insisted, before exhaling deeply and bringing a hand to his face. "Look. if you don't want to tell me what you're so upset about, then don't. But for god's sake, you barging out randomly, alone, in New York City on a Friday night isn't a good solution; unless you're trying to get yourself killed, which I wouldn't allow." 

"I have to, W-William-" 

"Please," he pleaded gently, giving her a look they both knew couldn't be resisted. "Wait until morning." 

A single tear of frustration rolled down her cheek. Why did he always get the best of her? Why couldn't she just walk out if this door and ignore him? He wouldn't stop her; Ken never did anything she didn't like.  

"Here," he murmured, walking to her until he could gently place the keys into her hand. "Are you mad at me?" 

"No," she whispered. How could she ever be mad at him? It was physically impossible, as amazing as he was. 

"So... We're still on for dinner tomorrow?" 

Destiny laughed, how I secure he was. "Of course. I wouldn't miss it for the world."