I couldn't get my head around this. Did Evan really only come to see Kendall so he could hurt him? It seemed like a waste of time to me. And if Evan really wanted to hurt Kendall, surely he would've done it when Kendall was a kid, instead of now when he was nineteen. It didn't make any sense.

I hurried down the street, praying I wouldn't see my parents anywhere. I really didn't need any more complications right now. I dashed into the apartment building for the second time that day. "Hey Mr. Bitters! Bye Mr. Bitters!"

"Carlos? What's the hurry? Carlos!" I ignored him calling me as I ran back to the stairs, wishing like crazy that I could just grow wings and fly up. I reached the end of the hallway and ran to the apartment, hearing muffled screaming and shouting. I stopped outside the apartment door, fumbling for my keys. I could hear what they were saying now.

"Hold still, you little slut!"

"What, so you're like Dad now, is it? Though I don't remember him ever calling me a slut before. That must be new!"

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Why, are you gonna shoot me? I wouldn't be any fun then!"

I finally got my keys out and was about to open the door when I heard it.

Two gunshots, a few seconds apart. Then there was silence. I suddenly couldn't bring myself to open the door. I was so terrified of what I would see. I backed into the wall opposite the door, trembling. Then I turned and ran. I made it to the stairs before I broke down in tears.

I sat on the steps, sobbing. Kendall was gone. His family did it to him. How could they do that? He'd never done anything to them. It wasn't right . . .

I was still sobbing when I heard the door to the stairs open. At first I thought it was Evan, and I stiffened, waiting to see what he'd do. Although I didn't really care anymore if he killed me or not. Then I heard whoever it was stop. "Carlos?"

I looked around. I thought my eyes must've been deceiving me, mocking me. But at the same time, he looked pretty real. And alive.

"Kendall?"

I jumped up. "What the hell? I thought . . . I mean . . . when I heard . . ."

"No." Kendall sighed. "I'm still here." He looked at the floor, his eyes full of tears. "I didn't mean to kill him. But he attacked me ad he had a gun . . ." I then noticed that there was blood on his arm. And that half his shirt had been ripped open, the buttons missing. There was blood there too. "Kendall . . . how did this happen?"

He shrugged mournfully. "When I was trying to get the gun off him he shot me in the arm. He was on top of me when I killed him. This is his blood." He stared blankly ahead of him. "I can't believe I'm so calm about this. I thought I'd be an emotional mess after it."

I gave him a hug. "You know we're gonna have to call someone to get rid of him. And . . ." I sniffed, feeling the tears building up again. "You might be charged with murder."

I know this was too short but I wanted to end it there. Next chapter will be the last one! Please please review!