Quinn woke up to a void of darkness, she rubbed her eyes. She couldn't tell if she was dreaming, or if it was real. "Jordan?" Her voice echoed. A flashing light threw her off course, and she fell back.
She hit something hard, she felt it with her hand. It felt like road. She got up to her forehead bleeding. Her vision was blurred. She saw a car and tried to read the word "police" on it, but to her dismay she couldn't. She heard yells and words being exchanged from officers.
"Officers...what happened?" Quinn managed to speak. "Your boyfriend was hit by a car, someone or something caused you to go off the wheel. What we know, it wasn't you." No way...MATT?! She ran over to the crash site, and there he was. Motionless. "NO!" Quinn screamed in horror.
Someone loomed above her, she looked up. Fred stared at her with the wide toothed smile. "No one will suspect its me. They'll think it was someone else, Harris." Quinn glared in disgust. "You almost killed my sister." She said in anger. "And I killed your look a like. Me and Beck still have a loving relationship. I still need her, Harris." Quinn ran to him. "YOU AREN'T LAYING A FINGER ON HER-"
He kicked her away. "What are you gonna do, now that he's gone? Go on and look around you. Is it a dream that you think is real?"
Flash.
She awoke to her sister Jordan shaking her. She must've heard her.
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Obsession 3: Hello, Dear Neighbor
Mistério / SuspenseMonths after LA, Freaky Fred has a neighbor next door who he grows an obsession for. Tables turn when he realizes everything is not what it seems.
