Chapter 7
(a couple weeks later)
The three of them followed the crowd- unsure where they were really going. When Billy got a funny feeling, he tightened his grip, and Velma turned to him. He pulled her to an alley that lay to the left. "What's wrong?" she asked. "…nothing. Lets settle here, its getting dark" He took out some of the clothes from the duffle bag and used it for a bed, for their son. Velma started to settle down, as did Billy, when she heard gun shots again. She sat up quickly, and Billy did too. "What's wrong?!" he asked her startled. "Did you hear those gun shots?!" she was frightened. "… no…" he spoke confused and frowning. She frowned back, looked around some, then warily laid back down. She didn't hear any other gun shots that night—except for in her dream. It was more like a memory—it was her, she watched herself as she murdered Charlie and Veronica. That same instant over and over again. She wasn't sure if it meant something—and if so, what? Why would she dream of Charlie and Veronica?! She had only had that same dream once before. Her first day in jail.
She wanted to think about it, it really made her curious, but she couldn't. She had to look out for criminals, people who would steal their things. She had to pay attention, stay sane, for her own good- but even more for her family.