Decieved by Appearance: Chapter 6: Letty's POV:
I drove to my house hoping Johnny hadn't come home yet. I knew that if Trish told what happened, all hell would break loose. I parked up on the driveway and looked around. I didn't see Johnny's car anywhere. I sihged in relief as got out and headed up into the house.
"Trish!" I yelled. No answer. I called her name again. Still no answer. Where the hell is she? I walked upstaires and to her room but she wasn't there. I searched in every room upstairs but I still haven't seen any sign of her. I ran back downstairs and into the living room. Not there either. What the fuck? I started getting really irritated as I walked into the kitchen. I walked around the island in the middle of the kitchen. My eyes went wide. Trish was laying there with her eyes closed. There was a pile of blood around her.
"OH MY GOD! TRISH!" I screamed as picked up her up from the ground. I laid my head on her chest to see if her heart was still beating. No beat. Oh shit. Tears started to form in my eyes as I laid her down and began CPR on her. Even though I didn't like her, she was still my older sister. She can't die yet. Not yet. Not because of me. I laid my head on her chest again. It's beating but it's faint. I picked her up and put her hair that was covering her face behind her ears.
"Just hold on, Trish. Just hold on," I whispered to her. "Don't die on me, please. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You're my older sister. You're supposed to take care of me and if you're not here then..." My voice trailed off. The tears wouldn't stop falling. I looked over and saw a knife sitting by her. I looked at her wrists. She slit them. I reached for the phone as Johnny came charging in.
He looked at me then to Trish. "What the hell happened?!" he growled.
"Shut up and call 911!" I growled back, handing him the phone. He didn't take it. All he did was stand there. "CALL!" I ordered again, mor fiercely.
"No."
"Why not?!"
"BECAUSE!" he shouted, his eyes bulging out.
"YOU'RE A SELFISH FUCKING BASTARD, YOU KNOW THAT?!!!!!!" I screamed hard at him. I dialed 911 and put the phone up to my ear. I held it there with my shoulder and answered all the questions they were asking me. Johnny just stood there and watched. Even if one of his family members are dead, he still wouldn't give shit. That bastard.
Sorry it's so short. Please Review!
~ML~
I drove to my house hoping Johnny hadn't come home yet. I knew that if Trish told what happened, all hell would break loose. I parked up on the driveway and looked around. I didn't see Johnny's car anywhere. I sihged in relief as got out and headed up into the house.
"Trish!" I yelled. No answer. I called her name again. Still no answer. Where the hell is she? I walked upstaires and to her room but she wasn't there. I searched in every room upstairs but I still haven't seen any sign of her. I ran back downstairs and into the living room. Not there either. What the fuck? I started getting really irritated as I walked into the kitchen. I walked around the island in the middle of the kitchen. My eyes went wide. Trish was laying there with her eyes closed. There was a pile of blood around her.
"OH MY GOD! TRISH!" I screamed as picked up her up from the ground. I laid my head on her chest to see if her heart was still beating. No beat. Oh shit. Tears started to form in my eyes as I laid her down and began CPR on her. Even though I didn't like her, she was still my older sister. She can't die yet. Not yet. Not because of me. I laid my head on her chest again. It's beating but it's faint. I picked her up and put her hair that was covering her face behind her ears.
"Just hold on, Trish. Just hold on," I whispered to her. "Don't die on me, please. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You're my older sister. You're supposed to take care of me and if you're not here then..." My voice trailed off. The tears wouldn't stop falling. I looked over and saw a knife sitting by her. I looked at her wrists. She slit them. I reached for the phone as Johnny came charging in.
He looked at me then to Trish. "What the hell happened?!" he growled.
"Shut up and call 911!" I growled back, handing him the phone. He didn't take it. All he did was stand there. "CALL!" I ordered again, mor fiercely.
"No."
"Why not?!"
"BECAUSE!" he shouted, his eyes bulging out.
"YOU'RE A SELFISH FUCKING BASTARD, YOU KNOW THAT?!!!!!!" I screamed hard at him. I dialed 911 and put the phone up to my ear. I held it there with my shoulder and answered all the questions they were asking me. Johnny just stood there and watched. Even if one of his family members are dead, he still wouldn't give shit. That bastard.
Sorry it's so short. Please Review!
~ML~