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Untitled Part 8

The ringtone boy moaned. But it didn't provoke any laughter in both of them. It was an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Stacey?" The voice was unexpected.

"Ma'am..."

"I heard all about it, I am really at a loss of words..."

Stacey wanted to cry, as it better explained what she was feeling in her heart. She struggled to keep the emotions down her throat.

"Did you hear about Roy?"

"Roy?" She gasped. Jeremy heard it and went into a anger freestyle. "Roy, yes, roy. It might have been him, some kinda prank of his for getting back to Carl, SONOFA-"

"Excuse me, ma'am, one sec-" she gestured him to lower his voice. He went to the garbage bins nearby and cursed heavenward, knocking several milk bottles with his foot.

"Stace, actually roy, he suffered an heart attack on Monday night."

She found herself dumb. "But, but, he had come to our party in the evening."

"yes, he had the attack during his sleep."

"WHY IS THIS HAPPENING, MA'AM?"

"stay calm dear, there's nothing to worry about. Incidents like these happen at times. His medical condition was so. But what happened to Carl thats unusual. There's something really evil going on now."

"A psycho?"

"Might be, it's for the best if you, Jeremy is with you?"

"Yes."

"It would be better if you stayed at home. Until we make sure the danger is gone."

"Yes, yes ma'am"

"Also, I know its tough, but don't you keep on crying and spoil your health. A very good kid, respecting and smart. It's a shame."

"Yes, ma'am. HE DIDN'T DESERVE IT."

"yes, he surely didn't. Now, go home if you are outside. Be safe. Call anyone if you find yourself, god forbid, in danger. Bye"

Thus went the conversation between the prinicpal and stacey.

Jeremy looked at her. His eyes were fullt tinted with red,

"Look, I don't care what happens, I am gonna kill that bastard,"

She should have said this with a smile but there was no provision for that at present.

"Oh yeah, you gonna kill him?" Jeremy snapoed out of his frenzy and looked confused.

"You can't, he's dead. Heart attack on night of birthday."

Jeremy took that in. Breath in, breath out. He took out his phone and dialled a number.

Stace could hear his quiet voice. "Hello, ma'am."

At some point, the quietness evolved into a crying bout. Stacey went near him and hugged. The two days had been tough. Carl's death had drained them and removed them from the surroundings. Now, that they knew about Roy, the well again sprung up.

No matter even if its a betrayer of the worst degree, you cry at his death. That's how it is with humans. Even the gangsters who kill, they would have cried at first. Even they might look like ones with leaden heart, they would have felt pity. But of course, time makes flowers fruits.

Jeremy cut the phone and just let it be. A hug. His tears tried dishevelling her hair. Her tears half heartedly clung to his shirt. Man, they loved Carl. So much that his void now, was kind of making them cling to each other to stay put.