Several gunshots were fired waking Edie. She sat up slightly peering over the dash of the abandoned car she was hiding in. She heard someone running away. She knew what happened; they had killed someone and now they couldn't get away fast enough. She had seen it before. They may be able to avoid the police but not from their conscience. A childhood friend had suffered that very fate and later took her own life.
'What is to become of me,' she wondered. She was worried that Monet would come after her even after Felicia had hidden her away. Felicia had assured her that Monet would never return to that place after a previous experience had scared her away for good. Edie wasn't so sure that she wanted to go someplace that frightened Monet.
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Felicia followed Logan to his motorcycle. "Please Logan. Do this for her," Felicia pleaded one last time hoping to get through to him. His shoulders slumped. "Will she be okay there, if I do this," he asked. "Honestly, I'd give her a week. But that is longer then she would have here," she told him. "This is crazy. I can't abandon a girl there," he told her. "Why not? You did it to me," Felicia retorted.
He turned to look at her. Looking at her in this way made him get all nostalgic. He started thinking about when they first met. She had been much younger then, only twelve. Now he figured she'd be about seventeen, maybe eighteen. He was silent for a few minutes, dwelling on the past. "Do you still take long showers," he asked. "Always," she told him. He sighed. "I'll talk to Xavier about letting me use the blackbird," he said finally. Felicia smiled in that way that made him go weak. A few white strands fell across her face, making her more radiant. He looked away to stop himself from starting something they both would regret.