Chapter Fourteen
Ed was disappointed to see a new letter sticking under his door when he came home from work. He hoped it was just his own, but it didn't look as thick. It looked like one white, folded sheet of paper, just like always. He frowned and took it inside with him.
He hadn't told anyone about the incident from the night before. When he was asked why he was so tired, he simply said he was up all night, and that was it. When Roy asked, though, he felt like the Colonel could tell there was something more. Ed would have told him the truth, but he didn't want to involve anyone else in his problems.
He went right past the living room, unable to look at the white tape that still sat next to the television, and into the dining room. Once he was there, he sat down at the dining room table and proceeded to open up the letter. It was different from the rest. It was short, but it took up the entire page. It was written with words from Ed's previous note, so he'd obviously gotten the letter.
I will kill you
The blonde wasn't surprised to read that for some reason, but that didn't make him feel any better. He looked at his own writing on the page, his own precise script, and he could feel himself lightly tremble. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know if he should say something. He didn't know if he'd really live through this.