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          Hello! This chapter will be very dramatic, just a warning.

Have fun reading it! Longest chapter so far.

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Chapter 6:

            Zaile’s brown eyes widened slightly, before blinking. “Wh- what do you mean... Hiding from you?” His throat tied in a knot before he gulped nervously, glancing at each of us in turn, a forced smile on his obviously worried face.

Chase frowned, his hazel eyes narrowed, “What do we mean? WHAT do we MEAN?!” He stepped towards Zaile threateningly (despite Chase being the shortest in all of us, he’s definitely intimidating...). He glanced over at Walker, motioning for the knife. Walker looked over at Chase warily, then at the knife, then back at Chase.

            “Chase, I can’t let you do that. We need Zaile. We can’t just get rid of him like that, and we definitely can’t just murder him.” Walker shook his head gripping the knife’s handle tightly.

Chase looked very annoyed, well... He always does, but, this time he looked REALLY annoyed. He stared at Zaile, and Zaile stared back. Zaile’s eyes widened and his pupils went small, he tried to back away, but there was a wall behind him. “Who said we NEEDED Zaile? He doesn’t do anything, anyway...”

            I gulped, feeling useless. There’s no way I could do anything, or I’d most likely end up with a broken neck or something. Man, when Chase gets angry... You just... Can’t stop him.

Chase grimaced, grabbing the collar of Zaile’s shirt, “now... ANSWER my QUESTION. What are you hiding from us?!” Zaile shook his head, he was too shocked to speak.

            I can tell the rest of us were scared silent as well, Walker just stared at the two, most likely trying to think of a way to stop them. Ferdinand just kind of left, and I’m here, stuck in the middle of it all, completely helpless. I wish I could do something...

Zaile shook slightly, his gaze turned to me, just begging for help. I frowned, shrugging my shoulders carefully. What could I do?

            “Look. If I find out you’re on like 50 drugs all at once...” Chase’s eyes narrowed more, before he twisted Zaile’s arm straight. He growled in a volume just above a whisper, “...If I find out...” He gripped Zaile’s arm tightly, you could tell by the way Zaile’s face twisted. Chase planted his foot against the wall, pushing his arms down with a horridly intense force.

                        SNAP

“...If I ever find out... Next time it will be more than just your arm...”

A shiver rolled down my spine, I turned my head away quickly, and all I heard was a loud scream. When I finally got the courage to turn around again, I saw Zaile shivering on the floor, and Chase was nowhere to be seen. I rushed over to Zaile, my eyebrows knitted together in fear.

            “...Zaile... Are you alright?” Well. Of course he wasn’t, but that’s what everyone asks...

“...DOES IT LOOK LIKE I’M ALRIGHT?” Zaile snapped at me.

            “...Well... Not really but-.”

“JUST HELP ME OUT HERE. B- BUT... NEVERMIND. JUST... LEAVE ME HERE. NO HOSPITAL.” Zaile was acting very strange for a guy who just got his arm snapped in two...

So he just lay on the dusty hideout floor for a while.

--------------------------------------------A Couple Days Later-----------------------------------------------------

            Yesterday I found out why Zaile didn’t want to go to the hospital. 

Yesterday, I also found out that Chase was right.

            I stayed later to make sure Zaile was okay. He told me everything. He’s on everything.

Zaile stayed lying on the floor in the same spot he was left for this whole time. Chase stayed on the opposite side of the room, I was shivering. If Chase ever found out Zaile’s fucked up on everything, he’d be history... I glanced over at Zaile warily, he was shivering like crazy.

            “Zaile, are you alright?”

“Y-...Yeah... I’m...Just... Fuckin’ dandy,” he growled back at me, his expression scrunched up in frustration.

            “...Geez, just wondering...”

I walked home that night, paranoid. What would happen if Chase did find out? I mean, just at the thought of it, Chase broke Zaile’s arm. He’d be dead if Chase found out he was right about everything...

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Today is Saturday. I ran to the hideout right when I woke up, I brought a bottle of water with me just in case.

            As I stepped into the main room, my eyes widened. I was shocked silent. Oh.... Oh my God... The water bottle dropped out of my hand. I almost didn’t notice, the scene in front of me was just... My dear God...

I ran over to the other side of the room, staring at Zaile. His arm reached out to me. His eyes were the size of a pinhead. I shook my head frantically. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening... This....No.... It can’t...

It can’t....

No....

Zaile’s arm hit the floor. His shivering stopped. His body lay limp.

No, no, no...

My knees weakened as they made contact with the cold ground.

My best friend just died.

Right in front of my eyes.