The next day Kevin felt a bit better, though he felt like he couldn't go out today. Never the less, he still had business to attend to. Today was one of his popular acquaintances' birthday, and despite having been humiliated by Stevonnie in the race, and also being informed on such short notice, he was still one of the most popular kids in the town plus the surrounding areas. He had to go.

With that in mind, Kevin got out of his luxurious bed and got ready for the day. He began by finding the best outfit he could for the party ahead, he had to match the mood of the party, and so he grabbed a tux and tie. The tie was a smooth red, made of the finest silk.

This acquaintance was one of his more wealthy ones, so he had to get a pricier gift then he usually would. He tried to think of what he could get the rich person might on such a time constraint when it hit him; he could buy him that watch he had seen the man of the hour staring at longingly. And while the watch was worth a little more than he could easily afford, he could always dip into his vast saving account, just this once.

After all goals were considered, he went out to seek and achieve. Grabbing his keys off the mahogany table, he opened the door and sauntered purposefully towards his Ferrari. He jumped in and started the ignition.

He was at the watch shop, with the watch so coveted, when he ran into the last person he'd expect to run into; Dr. Maheswaren.

"Oh! Hello Kevin, how are you doing?" the off-duty doctor asked, carrying with her a small shopping bag.

"Oh… hey" he eloquently responded. "How are you?"

"I'm good… and you?"

He scratched the back of his head and replied, "As good as I can be… what have you been up to?"

"Nothing much, just getting a watch for my husband. And you?"

"Getting a watch as well… the weathers nice today…"

"Yes, it is… I was going to have a picnic with my family today."

"That sounds like fun. I have a party to prepare for." He paused momentarily remembering what he still had to accomplish. "Sorry but I have to get back to that, see you around."

"Oh, right, I have to get back to doing what I was planning as well. Goodbye."

Before the doctor left, Kevin asked, "Wait, before you head off, how is my brother doing? Is he getting any better?"

The doctor paused on her retreat, before responding professionally, "He's doing fine, just like he was doing yesterday."

He nodded and went on his way.

With the gift and other supplies, Kevin stopped a mile away from the party location and waited for the timer on his phone to run out. He knew that this rich acquaintance didn't mind if someone was a little late, in fact, he preferred it. Liking to talk and catch up with late guests was one of this guy's habits. Still, he couldn't be too late; otherwise, he'd be under the arm of the man of the hour's arm.

While Kevin waited, he thought back to his first major "party", and how naïve he'd been.

"What? Did you think we were friends? Please, you are NOTHING to me, you hear me? NOTHING."

He was thirteen and had been invited to a big party. Considering his track record with the smaller parties, he saw this as an opportunity to get a social boast, and a chance to make a few friends. So he blindly agreed, not seeing their big, sinister grins.

When he entered the building, there was no one there. He sighed and went to leave when he was grabbed from behind. He tried to fight off whoever tried to grasp him but ultimately failed as he was brought to a room in the center of the building.

In the room, he saw the people who had invited him here. They began tying him up, as he struggled to get free.

"What's going on? Is this where the party is? Why are you guys tying me up? Why are you doing this-"?

He was silenced by a painful backhanded slap to the face, the nails cutting into his cheek. He fearfully flinched away when they went for another. They stopped just before landing, however, to savor the fear Kevin gave off.

The rest of the party attendees smirked and chuckled darkly, moving in closer. They punched, kicked, and bite, anything to hurt him. The ringleader held up their hand, getting the rest to stop.

Kevin, now looking more like an obscure painting in a museum, panted heavily, coughing up small traces of blood, terror running through his system. He asked, a stammer running in his voice, "W-why? I thought-t we w-were friends…"

Everyone paused his or her amused chuckles to turn and stare. The ringleader leisurely walked up to Kevin, and gave him a manic sneer, replying, "What? Did you really think that we were friends?"

He began to chuckle, then he burst out laughing, tears running down his eyes. He then grabbed Kevin by the sides of his head, and mocked him, "You are nothing to me. NOTHING. Understand?"

He then grabbed a knife from the bag on the ground, "This little guy has a home. Guess where it is?" He laughed manically as he loomed over Kevin menacingly.

Kevin screamed out in terror.

Kevin rubbed his aching shoulder, shaking himself of the memory. It was his fault anyway; he shouldn't care anymore.

His alarm on his phone finally went off. It was time to go to the party.