Destiny - Slow Updates - OLD BOOK

VII

A week went by since the last time I saw or heard from 'Freddy'.
But I'm glad that he didn't show up again.
Quentin, Nancy and I grew closer and for the first time in my life, I had friends.
I finally had friends who respected me for who I am, that made me happy.

Sure I had Ryan...but since I moved away...it wasn't the same anymore.
He doesn't answer his phone anymore neither my Messages, which is strange because he always answers or at least texts me.

He will probably contact me soon, well I hope he does.
It would be a shame, we were friends since kindergarten. He was there for me, when no one else was. He stood up for me as I got bullied back in high school and he even was my date at a party, so that I didn't come alone like a total loser. He watched over me and I miss it, I miss him. My hands opened the photos that I took last summer, and the first picture was of me and Ryan.  A smile formed on my lips as my fingers slowly touch the screen.
I miss you Ryan.

My thoughts about my best friend came to an hold as I received a sudden call from Nancy.

"Hello?"

"(Y/n)?!" A panicked voice asked at the end of the line which made my blood freeze.

"Nancy? What's wrong?" I asked panicking and already put my shoes on.

"Oh (Y/n), it's so horrible!" She said and began to cry. Her soft voice was slowly breaking with each tear she lost.

"Nancy, calm down. What happened??" I put my jacket on and was on my way to my car, whatever happened to her, it must be pretty bad and I knew, that I had to get to her as fast as I could.
She didn't answer me though, only her whimper was heard.

"Nancy?!" I asked again and started the engine of my car.

"It's because of Quentin..." She said and sniffed at the end.

"What about him?" I asked, my nerves grew nervous and I could feel my body tense as I heard her say the name, I hopped to never hear again.

"Quentin is at the hospital, Freddy got to him!" She yelled into my phone.

I never was so afraid of someone's life like right now. My car was driving on its own since 3 minutes and I noticed this just now. Luckily I didn't get into an accident

"I'm on my way Nancy, try to stay calm." I instructed and my car came to an hold, the traffic was awful. 

"Please be here as fast as you can." She said and I could hear her voice breaking yet again, that sentence came out in barely a whisper which concerned me.

"Gimme 5 minutes and I'll be there, I promise."

I then hung up and drove as soon as the traffic was going smoothly again.
I reached the hospital under 5 minutes and literally jumped out of my car before I started to run into the cold building.
On my way to Quentin, I found Nancy who immediatelypulled me into a hug, I couldn't stand the sight of her broken heart so I tried to call her down, asked her to be cheerful but then thought; that ain't the right time, to be cheerful.

I asked Nancy in which room Quentin was send in, so we could see him...talk to him and most importantly ask him, what happened to him.

She said that he was in Room 221B and with that, we ran the stairs up since the elevator took way to long, I regret that decision though, because now I was a coughing mess.
I should do more sport

We finally reached his room and asked for permission to step in, which was allowed by a doctor and there he was. Quentin.  A small smile formed on his lips as we stepped into the room. The doctor next to him, did his last test before writing something down on his documents.

"Ok Quentin, the scratch marks weren't deep enough to hurt any important organ of yours, which is very good! We will give you some pain killers and a nurse will arrive here soon to stitch these scratches." The doctor said smiling and looked at him shortly before he turned to us.
"You must be his friends?"

"They're family." Quentin said smiling before we could answer and a warm feeling spread through my chest,.
That was adorable

"I see. I will be going now, I wish you a nice day and I will see you tomorrow." The doctor announced and walked out of the room.

Nancy was the first one to run to Quentin, she hugged him like there is no tomorrow and a soft chuckle escaped my lips.
"Nancy, let him breath." I said and walked next to Quentin.

"Oh yeah, sorry about that." She said laughing and scratched the back of her neck nervously.

"It's ok, I liked it." Quentin confessed and smirked at Nancy.

"So what happened?" I asked curious and lifted his shirt a little, looking at Quentin for permission to see his scars. He just nodded his head and I lifted his shirt now completely.
It looked awful, scratches were everywhere like some sort of animal had attacked him. One word was scratched deeply into his belly though; prick!

"What the hell?" I mumbled as I looked at his scratches intensely.

"How did you survive Freddy though?" Nancy wondered as she looked at Quentin.

"Right? I mean, Freddy would have killed you right away if he had the chance." I said and covered his stomach with his shirt yet again.

"He didn't kill me, because he wanted me to deliver a message to you." Quentin said directed at me.

"What is it?" I asked curious and got closer to Quentin.

"You can't hide forever. Sooner or later you will do one tiny mistake and I will finally get what I deserve. What I need. This act is just the beginning and more friends will get hurt if you don't submit to me. I will watch you, don't worry" Quentin said like he was manipulated but then turned to his old self again, his calm eyes held fear and his hands grabbed me by the shoulders.

"You need to listen to me, don't ever stop using the pills I gave you. You see that they help you right? So don't stop! Don't stop, It doesn't matter how many of us get hurt... Just promise that you won't stop using them, I forgot to use them just one time and look what happened to me." He said and lifted his shirt, revealing his bloody scratches.

My eyes scanned over his stomach yet again and I could feel my body shiver, how could I ever possibly use the pills when it hurts my friends? I could never look them in the eyes if something happened, maybe even something worse than that. I could never be that selfish. I can't,  can I?

"Promise me that, (Y/n)." Quentin said and his grip tighten, which brought me put of my thoughts.

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"I promise."