Jacob
Before I could even say a word. Daniel already had Reggie on the floor. His fists flying in and out of Reggie’s face.
“How could you do this, Reg.” His voice was breaking and I tried to get him off of Reggie, but failed.
Reggie also tried to talk, but he landed a punch on his lip. “You’re f*****g dead, you bastard.” He yelled.
Then a phone buzzed. It wasn’t mine.
It was Daniel’s.
He flung Reggie to the side, picked up his phone, and his whole expression changed when he opened the text.
“Who’s that?” I asked.
He didn’t answer, he slumped to the ground beside Reggie’s battered face, and just handed me his phone.
It was from the same unknown number that had been texting us for weeks. The text was short.
“Poor Reggie, suffering for what he knows nothing about.”
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