ok, so basically I don't have a good excuse for why I haven't updated, since I've been on summer vacation for about a month. But before I got released from the prison (school) I was booked with tennis matches, finals, and projects. So, there isn't an excuse for the last month. But here's a little something to tide you guys over. I'll post again before the 31!
Shawn:
Hmm.
I really wanted a pineapple smoothie right now.
Too bad I'm locked in a room with a bleeding Lassiter and a crying Chief of Police.
Great.
Plus, my best friend, father, and girlfriend are out there and one of them is dead, one is locked in a room, and one has escaped.
"How's he holding up?" I asked quietly, looking at the chief. She wiped a tear away, and looked at me.
"He may make it through the night." Chief said, looking at me solemnly.
Bang.
The door flew open, and my father was pushed in.
"Hey, dad, you ok?" I darted over to him. He sat up from the floor with a sigh. He appeared un-injured. He looked at me.
"Apparently, when they said I was to be locked in a room, they meant this one. Not another." My heart fell.
"Gus. And Juliet." I stammered.
"I'm so sorry Shawn. "
"Who was it?" My throat and mouth was dry, my heart beating too fast.
My father didn't answer. Vick was watching on, her expression unreadable.
"Who was it?!" I screamed, staring my father down.
"I offered to take her place. But they wouldn't let me."
My heart froze.
My heart stopped.
My heart cracked.
My heart shattered.
Lassiter:
I groaned as I was awoken by a loud obnoxious sound.
Spencer.
But then I listened to what he was screaming, and everything in the world seemed to slow down, the time freezing around me.
"Why?! Why did you take her away from me?! Why?! Why god?!"
He must be talking about O'Hara. And O'Hara... O'Hara must be...
I opened my eyes and sat up, but immediately felt hands pressing me back down.
"No, Carlton." It was Vick's voice, hollow with pain and sadness. Confusion fluttered through me.
"You've been shot." Henry's raspy voice came over.
I rolled my eyes. "No kidding, Spencer. My shoulder hurts for no reason."
I listened for a moment. Spencer had ended his fit of grief, and now all I heard was silence. Dead silence. Not just silence you could hear; silence that was physical. Juliet wasn't here, and that made the silence so much more unbearable.
I tried desperately to block out the pain, but I couldn't. It was just... Impossible. And nothing was impossible for me, except liking Shawn Spencer, and joining the ISLS (International Squirrel Lovers Society).
I closed my eyes, trying to conceal the burning tears. Now that O'Hara was dead, escaping here had just been added to my impossible list.
Today is national chocolate day. That means the chocolate dance. That means reviews would make wonderful gifts. Along with a box of chocolates.
