Life is Strange 2: Unexpected Trials
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Episode 3: Trials
Chapter 3
Tuesday 8th November 2016
Getting off the school bus at the end of the day, Sean was tense, on edge and no wonder. Whoever was targeting him, Jenn and Lyla with these threatening texts was not letting up. They were also starting to get creepy phone calls now, where the caller wouldn't make any noise except heavy breathing and then hang up.
"Sean, I don't like it any more than you do." Jenn said. "But there's not much else we can do."
He sighed, they were calling each other, talking about the most recent threats they had received. Sean was more angry about the ones directed at Jenn than himself, mainly due to their sexually aggressive nature.
"So what, we just do nothing?" He replied edgily.
Jenn was quick to respond however. "No, no, we...we have to stay alert, maybe, maybe talk to someone about this. If we keep it to ourselves, we're not gonna get anywhere and I'm afraid it might get worse."
Sean let himself relax slightly. "I...I see. I just wish, wish there was something we could do right away. But, we'll get there, right?"
"Right, I'll call you later and we'll figure things out, okay." Jenn told him.
Sean agreed and they hung up with Sean resuming his walk home.
He'd barely gone a few paces when his phone indicated a text. He rolled his eyes, knowing what to expect and sure enough, he was not disappointed.
'Urgh, another one.' He thought angrily.
This one was just as disturbing as the previous ones, if not more so. "You're not getting the message, back off Diaz, or you'll pay. Perhaps I'll make you watch when Jenn and I have our fun, before dealing with you."
Sean shook his head. 'As if that'll happen. You won't lay a finger on her, creep...whoever you are...'
As he thought this, Sean began to wonder, maybe Jenn had a point, maybe he ought to tell someone about the texts. Almost immediately his mind jumped to his father and, after some consideration about that, he made up his mind and hurried home. He found his father in the kitchen, dressed up simply in dark blue pants, a white sweater with a simple beige coat over it and black boots.
"Ah Sean, welcome home." He greeted him, smiling.
Sean bit his lip. "Hey dad, um...can we talk?"
Noticing his son's reaction, Esteban turned to face him.
"Of course, what's wrong?"
Sean sighed. "There's no easy way of saying this dad but...I think someone is, stalking me, Jenn and Lyla too, we've been getting these, weird texts and calls. Look."
He even showed his father the texts and watched as Esteban's expression changed from confusion, to concern and seriousness.
Esteban sighed and then spoke.
"Sean this is, how long has this been going on?"
"A couple of days now?" Sean replied.
"You should have told me right away." Esteban remarked. "I know we have issues, like, like the escaped drug lord, but this is still big, it could even be connected for all we know."
"So, we get the police involved then?" Sean wondered.
Esteban nodded. "Yes, I'll go and call them right away. You best, let Jenn and Lyla know, alright?"
"Sure."
With that Esteban stood up and hurried over to the phone, meanwhile Sean made his way to his room and, knowing that he and Jenn would be talking later, headed over to his computer to try and skype Lyla and let her know what was going on. Lyla answered quickly and for a moment Sean was speechless, Lyla didn't look so good. There were dark shadows beneath her eyes and she looked worn out, not at all like her usual self.
"Sean?" She queried, getting his attention.
"Uh yeah." He replied. "Hey um, so listen, I spoke to my dad about the calls and, and the texts we've been getting. He's calling the police now."
Lyla's eyes widened. Whoa, really, that's...that's great. Urgh I've been, wondering what to do or say...I mean, my family, I don't know if they'd..."
"I understand, don't worry, it's fine. Dad's already taking care of it." He told her.
Lyla smiled, as did Sean, they could only hope that things would finally start getting better.
Daniel smiled lightly to himself as he sat with Chris, they were both around at the Eriksen house, in Chris' room, drawing together. Daniel looked up at that moment and bit his lip, noticing Chris' expression.
'He, he still looks pretty nervous, I can't help but be worried, what is bothering him…?' Daniel wondered.
Looking up and seeing Daniel's gaze, Chris smiled. It was clear that, whatever was going on, Chris was still happy to be hanging out with Daniel and relatively cheerful due to it. Taking solace in that, Daniel returned to his drawing. But it was then things changed and Daniel finally got his answers. They heard the sound of the door slamming shut and Chris jerked upright, almost standing up.
"Uh oh..." He mumbled.
"Chris?"
The boy grimaced and shook his head. "It's dad, he...he's home and, urgh...he's been drinking again."
Daniel froze, a cold realization suddenly coming over him, especially when he considered the, now fading, bruises on Chris' face. Before he could say anything however he saw Chris standing by the closet, having opened it.
"Daniel, get in, he can't see you...I don't want anything to happen, alright." Chris was saying. "Just, get in and hide."
"But..."
"Do it." Chris hissed.
Daniel didn't like it, but he did what Chris said and hid in the closet, the door shutting behind him.
Peering out through the slats, Daniel saw Chris push the drawings along with the drawing gear out of the way before turning to face the door, standing, just as it burst open and Charles entered, glaring.
"Chris, what the hell, I shouted on you five times!"
Chris shook his head. "Dad, I..."
Charles looked dishevelled, even his cargo pants, white T-shirt, black windbreaker and brown boots were not exactly in the best state.
Shaking his head Charles cut across his son. "Honestly, are you even listening to me, I...what is this?"
He was glaring at something on Chris' bedside table, a picture of some sorts, Daniel knew now it was a photo of Emily Eriksen, Chris' mom.
"Where did you get this?" Charles growled. "I thought I told you to stay out of my things and..."
Chris shook his head. "Dad, I didn't, I...I just..."
"Don't start, Chris, not now!"
The sharpness of Charles' words made Daniel flinch. But then it was as if something changed. Chris' expression turned into a glare as he considered everything Daniel had said to him, what Daniel was witnessing now.
"I didn't touch any of your stuff dad!" He yelled back, surprised by his own strength. "It's mine, alright!"
Charles stepped back, mouth agape. "You, what, you do not talk to me like…!"
Charles was startled but it was clear he was still angry and Daniel couldn't take any more, he was getting worried.
Unable to take it anymore, Daniel, despite Chris' warning, opened the closet door and stepped out. Chris froze, eyes wide and Charles turned, even more startled than before.
"Hey, leave him alone!" Daniel yelled. "He's not done anything wrong!"
"You, I did not..." Charles spluttered. "Oh I see, ganging up on me now, well, screw that, I know when I'm beaten."
With that he turned and stalked out of the room, leaving a deathly silence in his wake.
Feeling guilty Daniel turned to Chris. "I'm sorry, I...I know you said not to but..."
"It's fine...It, it probably would've been worse if you hadn't." Chris admitted. "I've never seen dad like this before."
That confirmed Daniel's worries, whatever was going on with Charles Eriksen, it was getting worse. Taking a chance and finding him passed out on the sofa, Daniel and Chris avoided Charles and headed out to the treehouse in the backyard.
"C'mon, we'll be fine here." Chris said. "I always come here when Dad's like this, while he cools off, I can be out of the way."
Daniel nodded and sat by Chris as they took in the view. All the while however, Daniel was lost in thought, wondering, thinking, trying to figure out what he could do to help Chris out of this terrible situation.
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