“Release her for what? She might be old, but she's still a criminal. One who tried to see you alive.” Scott said, looking bewildered. “As much as it disgusts me, I have something to finish up with her. I have to make it clear that I'm in no way responsible for her son's death. He died out of his guilt, irresponsibility, and lack of tolerance. She must be brought to me, so she can know what kind of man her son was.”“So there's more to this?”“More to this.” “The center she and her daughter were taken to is quite far. It might take some hours for them to reach here. I suggest you eat a little and use your pills.” Scott said, pulling back the drapes. “I should do that.” Quincy agreed. Scott left the room, and Quincy lay back in his sheets, taking a deep breath, thinking of the horror of the whole thing. Upon seeing the chainsaw, it felt like the world falling in upon him. The pain he would endure would be more than getting smashed by the car press. A chainsaw. Her son lost his legs
“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
“And what do you mean by ‘I should watch my back’?”“It means what it means.”“Elise is also in prison. Your partner is stuck just like you are.”“That's why I would never forgive you!” She hissed. “You hurt both my children. Killed one and sent one to prison.”“Your son killed himself, and your daughter doomed herself. I have nothing to do with you, and how you raised your children.”“My innocent Louis. Louis could not even harm a fly! What did you do to him to make him harm himself? He was so sweet, friendly, and careful with everyone he knew. But you… you came into the picture, and just… Of course, my son wouldn't apologize to the lady he slammed into the wall. She was fine, wasn't she? She wasn't dead. Louis might have been a stubborn boy, maybe that's why he didn't apologize because she only got what she deserved, but still… he… he— you drove him to harm himself. Why wouldn't I fight back? Why wouldn't I murder the person who drove him to kill himself? You don't know how it feels
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
Into the night, Scott and Quincy drank, taking glass after glass, bottle after bottle. They seemed to understand each other beyond words. It was another night for Quincy to grieve over his loss of Kohler. “You know… despite how much I despise her for leaving me when she's not the only one grieving Eunice, when she's not the only one who felt the stab to the heart, despite all that, I find myself missing her,” Quincy said, pouring himself another drink, while Scott helped himself to a spicy piece of chicken.“It happens. Yeah, we miss people we ought to forget, but hey, the best thing is to talk about it. Just say all that's on your mind, and let it go with the wind. I promise you, you'll feel a thousand times better.” He replied, before biting deep into the chicken. “Is that true?”“I'm quite sure it had worked several times for me. So go on. What do you miss about her?” “Well, just everything. The way she blushes when I compliment her or stare at her. You know that twinkle in her
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
That night, Quincy sent a text to Scott, telling him that he would be leaving for a vacation to clear his head.“I would be going on a vacation, first thing, tomorrow morning. And I do not want you to track me, because I'm not going to be telling you where I'll be going. And if you do track me, I'm going to ensure I destroy that tracker. So, choose wisely.”Quincy was frustrated. At this point, he just wanted to be alone, and away from everything, because he knew that if he was still around people, he could say or do things that would only make them look at him weirdly or even change their attitude towards him.He placed his phone on the bedside desk and then turned to the other side of his bed to sleep.Sleep was another thing that made him happy, and feel less burdened, but he couldn't sleep for 3 days, straight without wakingSo, the only thing he could do was to take a break.Due to the stress he had gone through for the day, his bones were tired, and his body was ready to retire.
Lauren served the food on the table, and while she was doing that, Quincy stared at her, trying to be certain that there wasn’t something he had to be careful of.“Why did you come back?” Quincy asked, without taking his eyes off her.“Like I said, it’s because you need me.” She uttered and sat opposite Quincy.“And who said I needed you? How am I meant to trust you, when you tried to fool me?”“Quincy, I would appreciate it if we eat dinner first, and then later, we can talk as much as you want. I will answer all questions which you need me to answer.” She assured Quincy.“How am I certain that there is nothing in this food?” Quincy questioned again.Although, not like he meant the attitude which he was displaying to her, but because he didn’t want to seem cheap, and all, that’s the reason he had to make her know that he could be a tough nut sometimes, and she wasn’t to forget that.“Come on, Quincy. You should know I would never do that. Look. I know I did something that you never t