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The bell rings, signaling the end of your final period and the beginning of the weekend. As your classmates shuffle out of the room, gossiping amongst themselves, you hurriedly pack your things away, attempting to get to your locker before HE finds you. Although, at least if he gets you in school there will be witnesses. Once you leave the campus, there will be no one around to save your sorry ass. Thankfully, you manage to leave the school without him finding you.
A whimsical thought appears: Maybe something happened. Maybe he's staying behind for football practice, or got picked up…or got slaughtered by an axe murderer. All are equally likely at this point.
In a vain attempt to distract yourself, you begin to narrow down the possibilities. Football is out of the question. The football team and the chess club coordinate their meetings so that they always "coincide" with each other. As for being picked up, you shake your head with a faint smile. No, that too was impossible. You know his family quite well, due to the fact that you babysit his younger brother Peter when Francis was working at the bar and Arthur wants to get drunk. Idly, you come to the conclusion that around this time Arthur would be waking Peter up from his nap and setting out snacks for his two older boys, despite the fact that they were in high school.
The axe murderer option though…maybe if you could find an axe…no. Despite your love for the guts and gore of B-rated horror movies, you could never wish harm upon another person, even one as inhuman as HIM.
Your analytical thoughts got you to your street. Now all you have to do is make it to your own house at the end without HIM catching sight of you. Your shoulders automatically hunch over, and your head hangs low in the hopes that he won't see you if you can't see him. Suddenly, a hand catches the back of your collar and you're forced to turn around and look him in the eyes.
Him.
The man who haunts your dreams.
Alfred Freedom Jones.