Chapter 10- The Reunion
I woke up with a start. I was in my makeshift bed on the bus. "Where's everyone? Is the funeral over? Did I space out again?" I looked at the clock. "12:55 AM, Monday the 6th. Minutes before Carey was murdered. I have to save him!" I jumped out of my bed and ran to Carey's room. The door was locked. I quickly kicked the door in. "Looks like those kickboxing classes came in handy." Misty was startled and turned around quickly. I saw behind her that she had already stabbed Carey once. "Where did you come from?" Misty screeched at me. "Me? Where did you come from? And what the hell is your problem? Why are you trying to kill my boyfriend?" I said venomously. "That's just the reason. He's your boyfriend." "Misty, you're sick. You need help." "No! You're my only problem. In fact, I think I fix that problem right now." With that she lunged at me with the knife. Everything seemed like it was in slow motion. I acted on impulse. I used one of the moves from my kickboxing classes. Her knife connected with my leg. My foot connected with her head. She fell to the ground. I ran over and kicked the knife out of her hand and across the room. That's when Annie came in. "Quick Annie, grab some rope from the front of the bus and bring it to me." She did and we quickly tied Misty up. "Annie, go into the hotel and call 911." She ran out of the room as I stood up. I looked around the room and suddenly remembered the wounded Carey. "Carey!" I ran over and sat next to him. I shook him softly. "Carey wake up. Please." His pale blue eyes flittered open. "Ally, what's going on." He said trying to sit up. "No, don't do that, lay back." I said pressing the sheets to his wound. Then just when we thought everything was going to be okay Misty was standing in front of us with a gun pointed straight at us. "You didn't think it was going to be that easy to get rid of me, did you? Oh, you did. How pathetic!" I moved over and put myself in front of Carey. She wasn't going to take him from me twice. But before she could fire the police barged in. The next thing I knew they were loading Carey into the ambulance and I was going with him. On our way to the hospital I noticed the locket. "Carey, what's that?" He looked down and saw the locket. "I don't know, I don't ever remember getting it." "Let me see." I said as I took it off his neck. I carefully opened the small locket and inside there was the picture of my mother and me. Then before my eyes, the picture changed to one of Carey twirling me around on a beach. "It's us." I showed him and he looked bewildered. "I don't remember that." "It's funny because neither do I." I said just as we arrived at the hospital.