The Bow

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

“You killed Adam?” Quinn flinched as her best friend spoke in surprise. She simply nodded, unable to formulate a sentence. Immediately after her conversation with the mystery man, she had no other thought than to call Callie back to the small town house she and Adam had shared up until two weeks ago; up until she had murdered her own fiancée.

“It was my arrow. The one I shot on my 18th birthday” Quinn mumbled, putting her head in her hands, sobbing quietly. “I killed him Cal” she repeated, unable to come to terms with the discovery. Upon making the decision to avenge his death, she had no idea she was the guilty party.

“How did you find this out?” Callie asked, confused.

“The same way I found out who to pass the bow off to” Quinn sighed heavily. “I had a dream- the guy why gave me the bow in the first place told me” she finished, sniffling.

“Quinn I- I don’t know what to say” Callie told her best friend honestly, still flabbergasted by the entire situation. Everything about it was strange; Quinn obtaining and firing the bow all those years ago, passing it off to the next in line, having dreams concerning the bow, right to this moment; discovering she was the one who had murdered Adam.

Quinn didn’t expect her friend to know what to say. What words of comfort were there even to offer? “Oh, I’m sorry you killed your own fiancée? Oh, I’m sorry your-” Quinn’s train of thought was cut off upon remembering the last words the man spoke before her dream had ended “Aren’t you even remotely curious as to why he was destined to kill you in the first place?”

“Do you remember why I was given the bow?” Quinn asked Callie calmly, her breathing becoming more shallow and rapid.

“Well, yeah” Callie nodded, how could she forget? It was all Quinn ever thought or talked about. “You were given the bow because-” Callie cut herself off, eyes growing wide with terror and realization. “Because he was going to kill you” she added in a near whisper, taking the seat next to Quinn on the queen sized bed. Quinn nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“Why would Adam want to kill me?” she asked in a near whisper. The room remained silent as the pair were both consumed in their own thoughts. Where was she supposed to start? She had yet to go through Adam’s things; it was too hard on her to even sleep in their bedroom. She had to set her emotions aside; she needed to know why her fiancée wanted her dead.

“What are you doing?” Callie asked, as Quinn practically jumped up from the bed.

“Maybe there’s something he was hiding” Quinn reasoned, biting her lip. She never had snooped through his belongings before; she found it rude, intrusive, and she would freak if he ever went through her things. Talking to his parents was not optional; they had passed away when Adam was just a young boy.

“Quinn, let’s be realistic here” Callie hopped up from the bed, approaching the mahogany dresser that had belonged to Adam. “Do you honestly think he would keep anything remotely useful here? Where you could stumble upon it at any given moment?” she tried reasoning with Quinn.

“We never snooped through each other’s things” she protested softly, biting her lip, hand on the dresser handle, ready to pull it open.

“So?” Callie countered. “People are creatures of curiosity; sometimes they can’t help but snoop. It’s only human nature, Quinn” she informed her with a shrug. Quinn contemplated for a moment before replying.

“You’re probably right; he probably has a secret hide out or something” Quinn concocted. It was the only logical thing she could think of at the moment.

“Don’t be stupid Quinn” Callie scoffed, dismissing the idea immediately without giving it any thought. “It’s not like he was a spy or something” she rolled her eyes.

“Maybe he was” Quinn spoke up, louder, with more confidence in her voice. “Why else would he want to kill me? Adam never was violent” she reminded Callie.

“Quinn...” Callie trailed off uneasily. “Do you realize how ridiculous you sound? This is insane” she ranted, frustrated. “Look, I’m sorry he was destined to kill you but maybe it’s just best to forget about it and move on” she put her hand on Quinn’s shoulder.

“You and I both know that’s not going to happen” Quinn snapped, removing the hand from her shoulder. “But where do I even start?” she thought aloud, ignoring Callie’s comments to drop the subject.

Callie sighed, realizing regardless of how much she tried, she would never get her best friend to forget about the whole ordeal.

“Fine” Callie huffed admitting defeat. “What did Adam’s parents do?” she asked, realizing Quinn had never mentioned her fiancée’s parents before. She wasn’t sure where to start; there had to be somewhere, right?

“Uh- I don’t know” Quinn shrugged. “They died when Adam was really little, he never talked about them” she frowned. Adam was a very secretive person; the more she thought about it now, the more she realized there were a lot of things about Adam she didn’t know.

“I don’t know where you could start then, Quinn” Callie was unable to think of where to start any more than Quinn seemed to be able to; they were stumped. “What about your dreams?” she thought of all of a sudden.

“What do you mean?” Quinn asked, wrinkling her nose in confusion.

“Well, you dreamt and found out who killed Adam, right?” Callie asked, and Quinn nodded in confirmation. “What if you had a dream and it told you where to start looking for information?”

Quinn pondered for a moment, letting the idea sink in. It was a good idea, in theory. But there was just one problem;

“I can’t control my dreams” Quinn pointed out the flaw in Callie’s plan. “They just have come to me out of nowhere” she frowned.

“I’m sorry Q” Callie apologized. “I wish I could be more help” she added. “But it is getting late” she continued, yawning and checking the time on her wrist watch. “Do you want me to stay with you?”

“I think I’ll be okay” Quinn yawned, feeling a little tired as well. It was strange; she felt tired and light headed all of a sudden. “I’m feeling kinda tired” she yawned. Before Callie even had the chance to answer, Quinn was already fast asleep.

“Ben, we can’t just up and leave like this!” Gloria hissed, trying to keep her voice down. “What about Quinn? We can’t just leave her” she added, the worry evident in her voice.

“Glor, we don’t have much of a choice!” Ben replied with worry. “You know we’re in danger if we stay here” he reminded her of their present situation. Gloria sighed heavily, knowing her husband was right.

“Can’t we take her with us?” Gloria asked, as she often did whenever the topic came up in discussion. Ben rolled his eyes, getting annoyed at his wife. She did not seem to realize the amount of danger they were in.

“You know we can’t do that” Ben snapped, frustrated. “What kind of life is that for her to live? She can’t spend the rest of her life in hiding” he added in a softer voice.

“What are we supposed to do? She’s going to question why we suddenly disappeared-”

“Mom? Dad?” Quinn came around the corner, tears in her eyes. “Where are you going?” she wondered, feeling hurt, confused and angry.

“We’re not going anywhere dear, don’t worry” Gloria told Quinn gently, approaching her. Quinn took a few steps back, anger surging through her.

“Don’t touch me” she snarled.

“Don’t talk to your mother that way” Ben interjected, scowling.

“Some mother” Quinn scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You guys are always arguing and talking about leaving... why the hell don’t you just GO if I’m so god awful to be around” she sneered, feeling a rage she never had felt before.

“Quinn, honey, it’s not like that” her mother pleaded.

“Oh yeah? Then what’s it like, please explain to me” Quinn spat.

“We- We can’t tell you” Ben whispered. “I’m sorry”

“Right. Sure.” Quinn rolled her eyes, having it with her parents.

“Quinn, honey, it’s complicated” her mother spoke softly. “You have to trust us”

“Trust you?” Quinn yelled. “Are you kidding me? You never tell me a goddamn thing. You’re always away, you never tell me where you’re going, and now all you can seem to talk about is leaving me behind” she finished, storming out of her house.

Chapter Four —-> here