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-Kitty
Chapter 11:
I sighed, and opened the door to Ma's apartment. A note on the kitchen counter told me that Clint had gone out to find fried chicken, and if he wasn't back by eight, to call him, and also that Ma said she had to tell me something when I got home. That's odd, considering the door was unlocked. Ma never left the door unlocked unless Clint or I was home. maybe Clint just forgot to lock it for her. I checked my watch. 7:21. I made my way to Ma's room.
"Ma, I'm home." I called.
No response.
"Ma?" I asked knocking on her door.
Still no response. Maybe she was asleep.
I opened the door.
"Oh, Dear Lord!" I shrieked.
Ma was asleep alright.
Blood pooled on the floor from her many broken bones, her face was swollen and already starting to bruise.
I grabbed my phone and fumbled to call Clint.
"What? It's not eight yet." Clint complained jokingly as soon as he picked up.
"Clint, you need to come home right now!" I said quickly.
"Scar, what's wrong, I'm in the KFC line. I'll be home in like, twenty."
"Forget the freaking chicken Clint, Ma's been murdered." I said, stressfully, pacing the room.
"Wait... Did you say murdered?" Clint said quietly, obviously not wanting to start,e any English speaking customers.
"Yes!" I exclaimed.
"On my way." He said, and the line went dead.
I paced the room back and forth, until the front door opened.
I pulled my gun and aimed it at the door.
"It's me!" Clint said, holding his hands in the air.
I put away the gun, grabbed Clint's hand and ran to Ma's room.
"Oh crap." Clint whispered.
"What do we do?" I asked.
"We call the police!" Clint said, taking out his phone.
"I don't know if that's the best idea." I said rubbing my forehead.
"Why not?" Clint asked, knelt down next to Ma.
"They may or may not shoot at the sight of me." I said quietly.
"What? Why?" Clint asked.
"I can't freaking tell you why!" I shouted, all the tension bubbled up inside of me finally over flowing.
"Okay, I'm sorry." He apologized.
He thought for a moment. "Do you think this has anything to do with that phone call?"
"I'm fairly certain."
"Well look, you just, hide in the closet, or go somewhere, and I'll answer to the police. If we try and hide the body, we'll get convicted." He insisted.
"Okay whatever." I agreed., taking a deep breath.
"Scarlette." He said standing up, and taking me in his arms. "Everything's going to be fine, okay."
"No it's not." I whispered into his neck, choking back tears.
"Yes it is. I'll be here, and everything will be okay. Do you understand?" He asked, rubbing my back.
I nodded, and he kissed the top of my head.
"Now go hide, my little fugitive." He smirked.
