Haha. Inspiration during Dead Week. Of all the times to get inspiration. This is a little angsty, but remember, Sammy is only 14 and she just witnessed a shooting...where her life was in jeopardy. Enjoy!
"He's going to be fine," the nurse on-call informed me and Grams, "but there will be some damage. He may be paralyzed, but that is the worst case-scenriro. He'll need to undergo some extensive surgery."
"Thank you," Grams said kindly to the nurse and she turned to me, "Are you happy now?" I just nodded silently, relieved that Sergant Borsch was going to be okay.
"Then let's go home."
"Can we go to Hudson's. I could stand to be on his porch."
"Of course. Let me hail a cab," Grams went outside and I stayed insided, my mind working in overdrive, trying to fight off the anger, the sadness and harmony that were warring inside my heart.
"C'mon Sammy, we're at Hudson's," Grams tugged my arm and he was waiting for us, tea and cookies in hand. I sat mutely on the porch, thinking, thinking of why Heather would do that, why she would allow that. Watching her friend shot a cop. Admittedly, they didn't know he was a cop because he wasn't in uniform, but he was on duty. Undercover of all things, searching for a drug bust. This was the last thing Borsch needed for his career. I couldn't believe that she had ruined everything.
My anger circulated to grief, remembering that Borsch had his wife, Debra, who was out of town. Who knew how she was handling this. I just couldn't understand. I had been able to solve anything from gangs and cat mutilations, but this; this was so out of my league, just because my enemy, but a girl my own age had done this.
Hudson's phone shrilled from inside where he and Grams were. I was locked in my reverie until Hudson came out and lightly placed the phone in my hand.
"Sammy?" Casey's voice questioned me. I snapped from my reverie.
"How did you get this number?"
"Phone book. We haven't found her, but they were able to find Taylor. He's being held at the station and they're considering trying him as an adult. He's 16, so they can do that."
"Oh. Okay. How are you doing?"
"I don't understand why she would do this," Casey sounded dejected.
"Neither do I. What was going through her head?"
"My parents thinks she has some…mental disorder. Somehow, she connected shooting a random person to you maybe…but that's what the counselor is telling them."
"They're seeing a counselor?" I was in shock, wondering why Casey was telling me this.
"Heather has been for awhile now and they're getting her report. She's twisted, just like you said. She has this obsession with you. It can't be explained, but this hate she has against you isn't normal." That explained why he was telling me. They were trying to make sense of Heather's madness. Not that it was working. I knew something was off with her to hate me so badly. And if got worst when Casey and I became friends.
"Oh."
"Are you okay? I know that officer is your friend."
"He's fine. He'll be fine. I just can't even comprehend this."
"I know. Hey, I need to go. My parents need to call out lawyer. It's all very complicated now. We don't know what is going to happen next."
"Okay. Thanks for calling. How'd you even figure out I was here?" I was out of it, not even using my mind to think of how well Casey knew me.
"Sammy, you go to Hudson's when your stressed and need some advice. Who else would be able to get through this other than him and your grandmother? I'll call you later, okay?"
"Okay. Thanks again."
"Bye Sammy," Those last words were illuminated withj caring and sincerity that I did npt know how I ever doubted his goodness and kindness before. I sighed inwardly and went inside to talk to Hudson and Grams about what really happened.
A week passed. A week passed slowly, unrelenting. Warren and Candi had begun to undergone legal proceedings in the name of Heather because she was nowhere to be found. No one knew where she could have gone. It was known that she had older friends, friends with cars who had no problem running away from the law. So, really, they had an idea of where she was, but the police told them that they wanted to wait for her to come home, instead of trying to chase her down.
I didn't go to school for a couple of days, still in a weird limbo of shock. The shooting affecting me more that I cared to admit. Maybe it was because I knew Officer Borsch. Maybe because he was a friend of mine and that me and my friends were in danger at the theater. I just couldn't take in what happened. I knew, thought, that when I did see Heather again, I would not be friendly to her.
No, I wouldn't be.
(insert Jaws theme song here) I love, love cliffhangers. Casey's POV should be different, but you never know. Obviously, he is just as confused as Sammy, but we'll see.
