Trustworthy?
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M through R › Nightmare on Elm Street
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
6,055
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Nightmare on Elm Street movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Regrets
**The Final Chapter. Chapter 5: Regrets**
What had he done? He'd fucked up royally, that's what. The hallways swarmed with tired doctors. He waited patiently, wringing his hands in a hypnotic stupor.
Surprisingly enough, Olivia's parents had yet to press charges. He knew already that they were laid back, but Keenan now got the impression that they couldn't care less about what happened to their daughter. The last time he had actually seen them was when he had picked her up for the party. The fact that their child had been drugged, raped, and exposed to the horrors of Freddy Krueger didn't compell them to stray from their current plans.
"Keenan?"
He started, yanked from the pool of thoughts he was drowning himself in. "Yeah?" Awaiting the doctor's response, he'd managed to reach the edge of his seat.
"Is she alright?"
"I wouldn't expect you to ask that. You are the reason that she is in this current state, aren't you?"
Keenan glared up at the doctor, his eyes flickering with firey hatred. It had been taken too far; the doctor wasn't helping to subside the guilt he already felt. He was drunk and upset--there was little he could have done for himself.
He understood that her falling asleep was his fault entirely, but she would have in due time. The doctor seemed set on the fact that he had caused her injuries, not Freddy, and this made him detest the man even more.
They thought he was a madman, thought he needed to be locked up for the safety of the community, but there was no proof that he had done it, so their hunger would be left unsatisfied for the time being.
The doctor broke his haughty gaze upon him, getting back to the reason for which he had approached in the first place.
"Olivia..."
"Yes?"
"Olivia Bracewell is currently in a coma. The drugs she was slipped have caused extreme trauma to her body. We're not sure when, if ever, she will awaken."
He gazed, wide-eyed at the doctor before leaning back in the seat, only to be back at attention when another voice called out his name. He turned his head slowly, guilt and misery having swallowed his lively features. The man wore a tag, on which, there was a name he couldn't recognize, but below, a Westin Hills insignia was bitterly obvious to his tear clouded eyes.
"I'm afraid you're going to have to come with me, sir."
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What had he done? He'd fucked up royally, that's what. The hallways swarmed with tired doctors. He waited patiently, wringing his hands in a hypnotic stupor.
Surprisingly enough, Olivia's parents had yet to press charges. He knew already that they were laid back, but Keenan now got the impression that they couldn't care less about what happened to their daughter. The last time he had actually seen them was when he had picked her up for the party. The fact that their child had been drugged, raped, and exposed to the horrors of Freddy Krueger didn't compell them to stray from their current plans.
"Keenan?"
He started, yanked from the pool of thoughts he was drowning himself in. "Yeah?" Awaiting the doctor's response, he'd managed to reach the edge of his seat.
"Is she alright?"
"I wouldn't expect you to ask that. You are the reason that she is in this current state, aren't you?"
Keenan glared up at the doctor, his eyes flickering with firey hatred. It had been taken too far; the doctor wasn't helping to subside the guilt he already felt. He was drunk and upset--there was little he could have done for himself.
He understood that her falling asleep was his fault entirely, but she would have in due time. The doctor seemed set on the fact that he had caused her injuries, not Freddy, and this made him detest the man even more.
They thought he was a madman, thought he needed to be locked up for the safety of the community, but there was no proof that he had done it, so their hunger would be left unsatisfied for the time being.
The doctor broke his haughty gaze upon him, getting back to the reason for which he had approached in the first place.
"Olivia..."
"Yes?"
"Olivia Bracewell is currently in a coma. The drugs she was slipped have caused extreme trauma to her body. We're not sure when, if ever, she will awaken."
He gazed, wide-eyed at the doctor before leaning back in the seat, only to be back at attention when another voice called out his name. He turned his head slowly, guilt and misery having swallowed his lively features. The man wore a tag, on which, there was a name he couldn't recognize, but below, a Westin Hills insignia was bitterly obvious to his tear clouded eyes.
"I'm afraid you're going to have to come with me, sir."
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