“Sounds? What kind of sounds?” Quincy asked, and her eyes seemed to fix into blank space, trying to explain. “Scraping sounds. Sometimes it feels like it's underneath my floor. Like there's a room underneath, and someone is just running something long and sharp over the ceiling which is the floor of my room. Also, I realized some things are not always the way I left them. Today, a knife was missing from the cabinet, and I was so scared that I could not even cook in the kitchen. When I went back this evening, the knife was on the countertop, and I never placed it there. There's also the case of the lights. I turn all the lights in the house off before going to sleep, but when I wake in the middle of the night, some of the lights are on, or is that you?”Quincy looked around, “I don't roam around the house at night, and when I do, I rarely turn the lights on. I know my way around the house fairly well.”Her voice shook, “Then who…? Could there be someone in the house like I think? Don'

The shock was too much for him, especially the fact that he was about to be chained alive. He tried to release himself from the ropes they had used to tie him up, but while doing that, he mistakenly hit his head on a metal, right behind him. As his head hit the metal, he passed out, and Bertha became angry.“How could he pass out just like that!” She raised her voice, finding it annoying.She had been waiting for this moment, and the fact that he had just paused the moment for her, was what got on her nerves. “Don’t worry, mother. When he wakes, we’ll finish off the job. There’s no way he can escape this.” Elise assured her, and Bertha calmed down, feeling much better.All she wanted to do was to avenge her son, then only could she believe that he rested in peace and that she had acted like a true mother.“Let’s go have something to eat, mother. I’m famished.” Elise uttered, and they both left.“Alright, daughter.”But as they wanted to step out, the police force dashed in and point

“She has been secured, back. Do you still feel she should be let loose? You witnessed how she acted crazy.”“I know. Take her to a rehabilitation center. Once she is back to being normal and has understood what I explained, then I would launch back at her.”“What do you mean?”“You don’t have to understand, right now. But trust me, I got things under control.” Quincy said, looking serious.Scott sighed, hoping Quincy wasn’t going to do anything, which would end up putting him in danger as he didn’t want anything to happen to him, anymore. He wished that the hospital situation would be the last incident to ever happen to him, in his life.Later in the night, he was discharged, and driven home.Quincy lay down on his bed, and sighed, staring at the ceiling. He wondered how things went different for him, starting from when Charles had abducted Eunice, just to get Kohler to his side. It still hurt him that Kohler had walked out of his life, but he had no power over what was meant to happe

Quincy had passed out as it was all too much for him to bear. This made Scott, very tense and anxious.“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. Let’s take him home, first.” The woman urged, and Scott nodded his head.They drove Quincy home, and on getting home, Scott managed to carry him into his room, just so he could unbutton his shirt, and pull it off. At least, he would need air and nothing that would make him feel like he was being pressed down.“Quincy, I need you to be strong and brave, regarding this. This can’t continue to get the best of you.” He uttered while staring at the unconscious Quincy.“I hope he doesn’t need extra medical attention, since he passed out?” Scott asked, out of curiosity, and concern.“No. No, he doesn’t. he’s fine. It’s more like he has drifted off to sleep. That’s the only way his brain was able to protect him from all the pain, and anxiousness.” The woman uttered, and Scott sighed.He felt this was a serious issue that wasn’t meant to be taken lightly, but one

Quincy blinked his eyes to be certain he was seeing right, but then, he still saw Bertha standing, and giving him a straight expression.“I didn’t give an order for them to release her. Why the heck is she outside here?” Quincy voiced out, looking perplexed.“Quincy, what’s going on? Who are you talking about?” Scott asked, looking around to spot the person he was talking about. “Quincy?” Scott called out to him again.And then Quincy held Scott’s shoulders, and his eyes were wide open.“Bertha! Bertha, she is here!” He voiced out feeling so anxious.“Bertha? Bertha isn’t here, Quincy. She is still locked up behind bars.” Scott voiced out and tried to shake Quincy back to reality.Quincy looked back at the spot he once saw Bertha, and she was no longer there.“She is no longer there! Where did she run to?” Quincy voiced out, feeling disturbed about the issue, and was almost breaking free from Scott’s grip.“No, Quincy. She wasn’t there. You know what? I’ll call the cops to confirm, no