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Kendall could positively say that his hockey stick was gone. It was literally nowhere to be found. It was as if it had vanished into thin air.

He had run out of places to look and people to ask. He would never get his hockey stick back. His dad's present to him is gone. Forever.

Kendall knew that he was being childish and a bit over dramatic. But he had reason to. Besides the pictures of his father that he kept in his closet, the hockey stick was the closest thing Kendall had left of his father.

He sighed, entering apartment 2J. It was empty. His friends had kept their word and helped Kendall in his desperate search for the old hockey stick, but after seeing that their search had become hopeless, they quit and called it a day. Last Kendall knew, James and Carlos were lounging at the pool, and after cleaning up the bedroom, Logan had gone to Camille's apartment. With his mother and Katie running some errands, it was just Kendall by himself.

He made his way to the fridge, helping himself to a can of soda before plopping down on the couch and turning on the TV. Today was the boys' last day of being off from work and Kendall wasn't enjoying his time off as much as he thought he would.

Kendall's phone rang, and he couldn't help but pray that it wasn't Gustavo.

"Hello?" Kendall answered after seeing that the number calling him was one he did not recognize.

"Hello Kendall..."


The man recognized the red van immediately. He was driving into the Palm Woods parking lot, as he had been doing a lot as of late. His phone fell to the floor of his truck, causing him to curse under his breath.

He looked at the road, making sure that everything ahead of him was secure before he bent down to pick up his phone.

Then, it happened.

The man didn't mean for any of this to take place. He took his eyes off the road for just a few seconds, before T-boning a red van.

But then he got a good look at the van and it's driver. Of course of all people to get in an accident with, it had to be Jennifer Knight.

The man's luck kept getting better and better.

The damage done wasn't too bad. His truck hit the back door of the van, protecting Jennifer and Katie from any physical harm. At that point it seemed like time began to warp.

The man and Jennifer both stopped driving after that moment.

With a dazed look on her face, she stepped out of her van. The man sighed in relief seeing that Jennifer was okay. But his eyes widened when she saw that she was approaching his vehicle.

He couldn't let her see him. She'd recognize him for sure.

The man tightened his grip on the steering wheel before taking off. He couldn't let Jennifer see him. Everything would be ruined and he couldn't risk that.

It would be easy for him to kill her. Too easy, and that brought a smirk to his face. He'd move on to Kendall's little sister. With how tiny she was, the man could kill her in seconds. She wouldn't be able to put up a fight.

But that's not what he was there for, and he made no plans to kill them...unless they tried getting in his way.

The man continued driving away, watching Jennifer through his rear view mirror until she was out of sight.

Katie sighed. She couldn't believe that they were involved in an accident just two feet from the Palm Woods parking lot. She watched as her mother approached the truck, but raised her eyebrows in confusion when the truck suddenly took off at top speed.

Jennifer came into the van a few seconds later, just as shocked as Katie was. They both couldn't believe that someone would hit their vehicle and then drive off like that. It wasn't right. But what did they expect? This was LA. People in this city didn't exactly have the reputation of being the nicest people out there.

"I saw his plates," Katie announced. She knew that a hit and run accident wasn't just something you ignore.

Jennifer nodded. "We'll file a report to the police then," she announced before looking to her daughter with worry. "Are you sure you're okay? No whiplash or anything?"

Katie nodded. "I'm fine," she said. "Are you okay?" she asked, seeing as how the accident happened on her mother's side of the van. If the accident happened only a few seconds earlier...

Katie shook the thought out of her head. It was a close call, and she was grateful that was all it was.

Jennifer nodded. She sighed before starting up her van again. Her previous errands were quickly forgotten. Right now, she had a report to file to the police.


The man was glad that the truck he was driving wasn't his. The real man that owned it, Marshall Bates, would now be considered as a "missing person".

It was sad. The number of lives that was, and might still be, put in danger all because of Kendall.

It was all Kendall's fault. Kendall was the reason why a number of people were dead. Kendall was the reason why the man's life was so miserable. Kendall was the reason why everything was so messed up.

And that's why Kendall needed to die. He couldn't ruin another person's life ever again.

The man chuckled. Here Kendall went about believing that his life had been turned upside down because of the man, yet people were dying and had died at Kendall's expense. What sense did that make?

Of course, what sense did any of this make? The man didn't care. He was driven. Once he set his sight on a goal, he did everything in his power to make sure he attain it.

And there was no way that some weak, scrawny teenager would be able to escape him. Not this time. Not after everything the man and Kendall had been through together.

The man's hand began to shake. He held his phone in his hand, staring at it anxiously, debating whether or not to call a special number.

He was going to do it. He was going to call Kendall.

The man steadied his fingers, dialing the blonde's number.

It only rang twice. "Hello?" Kendall answered, a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Hello Kendall," the man replied, a devilish smile making its way across his face.

There was silence for a few seconds before Kendall finally spoke again. "Who is this?" he asked, making his voice sound a bit stronger than it was before.

The man laughed. "It's your old friend, sweetheart."

He could just imagine the look on Kendall's face as recognition finally set in. "You're the one who sent the note," he finally said. It was no question. Kendall was definitely sure that the person talking to him now was the same person who wrote that note.

"Well of course it is," the man replied, a smile still present on his face.

"Listen," Kendall demanded. "I don't know what you're game is or how you even got my beanie, but listen carefully. You better cut all of this out or I'll-"

"Or you'll what?" the man challenged. "Call the police? Find me yourself then kill me?" he chuckled. "You haven't changed a bit. That's adorable."

"Whatever," Kendall replied in an attempt to brush off the weird feeling gathering in his chest. "I'm hanging up."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the man warned before he began to explain himself. "I've been watching you, Kendall. Following you. I know everything you've done this past month and I won't hesitate to tell you that I know the exact layout of your apartment."

Kendall scoffed. He was putting up a tough front, the man could tell. "What? You really expect me to believe that?"

"Yes," the man answered. "Because otherwise I wouldn't be able to tell you that I know that your hockey stick is missing. Your father's hockey stick. The most priceless thing in your life that you would never want to replace or get rid off."

Kendall began taking deep, angry breaths. The man was getting to him already. "We've talked to every single Palm Woods resident about my hockey stick," Kendall said. "Trust me, small news travels faster than you think."

The man smirked. "Then how do I know that in your closet is a box of pictures of your father?" he asked. "You always keep the same picture on top of the stack. It was when your precious Katie was born. Your sister was held tightly in your mother's arms, she had longer hair then, while your father had his arm wrapped around you. You had a huge toothy grin on your face. Well...not really. You were missing two teeth. You were wearing an over sized Wayne Gretzky jersey and-"

"Shut up!" Kendall finally yelled, already hearing enough. His mother, Katie, and even his best friends had seen those pictures, but no one else. The fact that a stranger was describing the picture as if he was holding it and looking at it right now made shivers run up Kendall's spine.

The man smiled again. "Had enough?"

"What do you want?" Kendall asked, the feeling of anger coming back.

"You," the man simply answered. "What hurts the most is that we've had this entire conversation and you haven't been able to recognize my voice."

"That's because I don't know you!" Kendall replied in annoyance.

"No!" the man argued. "It's because you refuse to remember me! Kendall, when I said I wanted you, I meant it. And I will have you, I don't care what it takes to get you."

"You're insane," Kendall responded. "I don't know what you want from me but you're not getting it, I'll make sure of that."

The man scoffed. "Another thing I always loved about you, Kendall," he said. "You have such amazing confidence."

"I'm serious!" Kendall said. "So back off or you'll regret it!"

"You know what you'll regret?" the man asked calmly. "I never care what it takes to get what I want. If I need to find extreme ways to get your attention, I'll do it. Maybe...maybe I'll start with Katie. She's so small and delicate. Killing her would be so easy-"

"STOP IT!" Kendall yelled. "If you even look at my sister, I'll kill you! You're not getting to me, or any of us!"

The man laughed. "You really think you can escape me?" he asked. "You're extremely wrong." He took a deep, excited breath. "I can't wait to get my hands on you, Kendall," he said as he pictured everything he could possibly do to Kendall. "And keep this in mind. You can run as fast as you can, Kendall, but you can't escape me. I'll always find you. I never even lost you. And I'll get you this time. And I'll take down anyone who gets in my way...that's a promise."

And with that, the man ended the call.


Kendall's breathing increased as the call ended. There was no way anyone would want to kill him, right? He didn't do anything to anybody. He didn't hurt anyone. Or at least, he hoped so.

And the fact that the strange man had been here, inside the apartment, made Kendall's blood run cold.

The fact that the man threatened Katie, threatened everyone he cared about, made Kendall beyond angry.

He couldn't let this man, whoever he was, get to him. There's no way. But then again, what would the man do to his family and friends if he didn't take action.

Kendall had never been so confused in his life.

He jumped when his phone started ringing again. With shaky hands he checked his cell phone's caller ID, sighing in relief when he saw that it was just his mother.

"H-hey, Mom," Kendall greeted, trying not to sound scared or nervous, but he knew he was failing.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Jennifer immediately asked, noticing that her son didn't sound like his usual, happy self.

Kendall cleared his throat. "Of course, Mom," he replied. He checked the time, noticing that his mother and sister had been out for quite some time. "Uh, where are you?"

He heard Jennifer sigh. "We were in a small accident and-"

Kendall jumped. "What?" he asked. The timing just didn't sit right with Kendall. "An accident? Are you okay? Is Katie okay? Where is she? Are you two at the hospital?" he rushed out in one breath before his mother stopped him.

"Kendall we're both okay," she said to reassure him. "We're leaving the police station right now. The van is damaged a bit but me and Katie are fine."

"Oh," Kendall said, releasing a sigh of relief. "Wh-what about the person that hit you?"

"That's the weird thing." she replied. "He just drove off before we could ask him anything. But Katie had the plate number memorized so we told that to the police."

"Good," Kendall breathed out. Again, something about his mother's story just wasn't sitting right with Kendall right now. "As long as you two are okay."

"We are, sweetie," Jennifer replied. "Katie and I have decided not to run our errands for the day so we're just gonna pick up something to eat for everybody and head straight home, okay?"

"Okay Mom," Kendall said. "See ya later."

"Oh and one more thing," Jennifer quickly said before Kendall could end the call. "Are you sure you're okay? You sound a bit off."

Kendall didn't want to lie to his mother. But he also hated his mother worrying about him all the time when she should be worrying about herself every once in a while. "Don't worry Mom," Kendall finally said. "I'm fine."

Kendall ended the call right after, not wanting his mother to question him anymore than she already had. He went to his bedroom, having the sudden urge to go in there to make sure that the man hadn't come back to take something.

He knew he was being paranoid. But paranoia seemed like a fitting mood to have in a time like this.

As soon as Kendall walked into his shared room, his eyes caught site of a white piece of paper laying on the bed. He knew what it was. It was the note. The note from his "old friend".

He raced to the bed, grabbing the note and shoving it into his pocket. He could only hope and pray that Logan hadn't read its contents. Kendall then remembered something else.

His box!

Kendall quickly made his way to his closet, opening the door before crouching down to reach for the box that laid inside. It was still there, thank God. He opened the lid, and he could tell that the man had been here.

He pulled out his pictures, making sure that all of them were still there. He came across a piece of paper. It was another note. Kendall could only imagine what it said. He slowly unfolded the paper and reluctantly began reading.

Hi Kendall,
This is a nice box of memories you have here. I must say. Your mom hasn't changed a bit. But you have. You've grown up so much, haven't you? I'm sad that none of my pictures are in that box. Oh well. Whatever makes you happy. Now, your time is coming to make ME happy. I would hate for somebody else you love to need a special box of memories, wouldn't you? Think about that for a while.
An Old, Very Close Friend

Kendall knew one thing for sure. Whoever this guy is, he wasn't playing around.


Wow this guy...he has issues :P

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