Impractically Broken

Chapter 10

"I looked up what's wrong with Q, and it's not good."

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, Joe showed it to his friends. On the screen was a web page about demonic possession and its effects. Sal felt his heart stop and stared at Q. He didn't seem all that phased by anything he was reading, only humming a bit when something piqued his interest.

"Well then," Q sighed once he finished reading. "Isn't that lovely."

Sal felt tears form in his eyes and spill down his cheeks. He was terrified about what could happen to Q now. The website said that if things got too out of hand, they'd have to kill him. There was no way Sal could kill his best friend. Q noticed his tears and wrapped his arm around Sal's waist.

"It's okay. Everything's gon-"

"It's not okay Q!" Sal didn't mean to yell, but he was fired up. "Nothing is ever going to be okay! Are you fucking blind? It says we have to fucking KILL YOU! Do you want me to bash your God damn brains in? 'Cause according to this website, I have to! And I don't want to, but I will!"

Everyone went dead quiet. There wasn't a single noise within a five mile radius. Sal felt a lot better after his screaming fit, but that feeling was immediately replaced with regret. He had just screamed at his life long friends.

"I'm... I'm so sorry."

"It's..." Q paused in the middle of his sentence. "Whatever."