It wasn't supposed to be like this, it was just a normal day… but right now, I'm holding a gun in my hand, there's a dead man lying on the floor... in a fucking hospital of all places!
The second the shooting between the rival gangs started, I hid behind the reception desk… I guess I must've screamed because next thing I knew, I was being held at gunpoint… then it all spun out of my control.
I drop the gun and leave, blocking everyone else out and walking out of the hospital, trying to make sense of what just happened.
Maybe I should start with my name. Carly Jade De Santa… before the botched bank job in Ludendorff 6 years ago, I was known as Carly Townley, youngest child of notorious bank robber Michael Townley.
My mother Amanda was a stripper who was also working as a prostitute when she and my dad met… she was also about to marry a man named Benson Law, who ironically, is the sheriff out in Blaine County.
Kind of twisted how life works out sometimes… from what I've heard about the Law family, Reginald Law was a ruthless bastard who consistently bent the laws he swore to uphold. Makes me wonder which side of the law I'm on now and which way is up.
It's a bit of a long walk back to Rockford Hills but when I get back home, I hear Mom and Tracey arguing about some guy that Tracey snuck into her room last night.
Thankfully, they're too busy to notice that I'm home. I walk upstairs into my room, pull my blood stained clothes off and kick them under my bed for now, the intention being to wash them later. Right now, I just need to clear my mind.
"Fucking hell, what the hell did I just do? I murdered someone, that's what I did." I say quietly after walking into the bathroom, pulling my bra and underwear off. Those could have gunshot residue on them, got to wash them too.
It's after I've cleaned myself off and gotten changed into clean clothes that I throw my earlier outfit in the washing machine, put some detergent in there and set the washing machine correctly before turning it on and closing it. I rest my hands against the washing machine, still shaken up from what happened.
It's when I hear more gunfire that I jump out of my skin and scream, Mom running upstairs to check on me.
"Jimmy, stop scaring your little sister with that game!" Mom shouts before resting her hands on my shoulders. "Carly, you okay?" She asks. I nod, Mom walking downstairs afterwards.
She's not the most outwardly affectionate or understanding mother out there but she's the only one I have… something tells me that she's gonna hate me when she finds out what I've done.
Later, when I'm in my room, I put the now dried and completely clean clothes away and try to act like nothing happened.
Right now, I just want to forget what I've done… but like seeing Brad get murdered in Ludendorff, this is something I'll never forget.