The Villain Strikes Again
I drove cautiously on the open rode on my search for Clare's house. I turned the knob on the radio. "The police have discovered a dead body behind the restaurant The Dot in Toronto, Canada. Investigators say that it was the body of 17 year old Mark Fitzgerald." I turned off the radio and my mind instantly flashed back to the look of his face as he was lying on the ground.
"Honk!" "Honk!" I quickly swerved Morty to the side of the road. My lungs were collapsing as I began to breathe heavier. Sweat beads trickled down my forehead. "What did you do?" Clare's voice rang in my ears. My eye lids became heavy, closing out the light. I woke up on a familiar looking sofa. I heard a soft voice talking on the phone, and I then realized where I was. The girl hung up the phone and came back into the living room.
My head furiously ached as I tried to remember what just happened. "You passed out," Clare said calmly as she sat down next to me and changed the bandage on my head. "And when I tried to get you out of your car, you fell and hit your head." Her hand gently brushed across my ear as she unwrapped the bandage. She flinched at the contact and quickly pulled her hand away
"Clare," I dragged as she turned her head to look at me. "Thank you," I whispered seriously. "What are friends for?" she said unconvincingly. Those words set me off. "Friends?" I questioned angrily, now sitting up. "Feelings like ours don't go away overnight," I screamed. "Yeah, well they do when you lie to me," her small voice screeched. "Tell me that you don't still have feelings for me!" I yelled now standing up. "Tell me!" I growled now pushing her up against the wall, our faces just inches apart. "I don't still have feelings for you," her voice whimpered as I pulled her into a deep kiss.
"Please Clare," "I really do love you." I cried as our faces lingered close to each other. Her blue orbs shot up to my dishonest green eyes and I could tell that she was buying it. Just like she always did. She was just so naïve to think that love solved everything. And I was just so messed up, that I couldn't tell her how incredibly stupid she was. I mean she was living in this secluded little world where good guys always win and words actually have meanings. My thought was interrupted by a harsh knock on the door. I answered the door and my heart almost jumped out of my chest as I saw a police officer.
"I'm officer Stabler and I'm investigating the murder of Mark Fitzgerald. "I understand you two were in a feud," he started. "Fitz and I didn't get along very well, but I would never kill him." I said. "He always wanted to fight me," "But I always felt kind of sorry for him," I lied. "And why is that?" the officer questioned. "Because he would do anything for attention." I continued. "Okay, well thank you," "And if you have any other information, please don't hesitate to contact us," he stated as he pulled out his card. I nodded my head and led him out the door. And just like that, the villain strikes again.
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