I know, it's been like a month since I last updated. One reason, my computer messed up again. The other, I think I'm growing a little bored with this story, and I hate when that happens. It's really not my fault, I just have writer's block. So, please don't be too harsh on the last two chapters of the story, because I'm just tired. I've been really busy also, preparing for starting high school. . . anyway please enjoy and review!
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"That must be the twenty pizzas I ordered!" exclaimed Sheen, as he leapt from his seat at the kitchen table.
Sheen made his way through the large crowd, stopping every now and then to high five someone or tell them that the pizzas had arrived. Eventually, he reached the front door and flung it open.
He and his stomach were highly dissapointed when the door was opened. Instead of pizza stacked up to the ceiling beside a freckled face delivery guy, there were only two people standing outside the door.
Sheen gazed at the two ladies for a moment, knowing that he had seen the teenager before. If only he could remember where. . .
He shook his head, and invited them in. In his mind, more people meant a better party.
As soon as Gabby and her mother walked into the room, the atmosphere changed from bright and cheerful to dark. The music halted as if by a magical force, and an eerie silence fell upon the room, and no one moved.
Everyone knew all about Gabby and what she'd done. Sure, they also knew that she'd gotten help, but there was no way they would forgive her for attempted murder.
Jimmy, who still stood in the kitchen, wondering how he was supposed to get everyone out, noticed the change of the party. He strolled into the living room and immediately realized what the problem was.
"Hi, guys. . ." he said quickly, to Gabby and Karen, walking towards them.
"Hello Jimmy." Gabby replied, tensly. She stared constantly at the floor as if looking at him would turn her to stone.
"Glad you could make it." he said uncertainly, scanning the faces of the people around him. In his mind, they had nothing to be mad about. He and Cindy were the ones who'd had to deal with everything, not them. After all, even he'd been able to forgive Gabby for what she'd attempted to do.
"No problem." said Gabby, gritting her teeth. Something was obviously wrong.
"What's wrong?" he whispered, so that no one else in the room could hear. Instead of backing off, everyone moved closer.
"Nothing." said Gabby.
From the corner of his eye, Jimmy watched Karen. Although he'd only met her once before, he could sense that she and Gabby had never had a wonderful relationship. He could see the hurt look in Gabby's eyes the first day he'd met Karen.
He turned his attention back towards Gabby, for only a split second. But for Karen, it was enough time.
Jimmy didn't even see the pistol being pulled from Karens coat, until a moment later, when there was an audible gasp around the room. Then, everyone did back up.
He looked at Karen, mouth agape. But, he'd been through similar situations so many times before in the past few months, that the shock wasn't as great as it would have been.
"Put the gun down." he said.
Karen hadn't been expecting that. She had the gun, and he felt so inclined to tell her what to do? Not a chance.
Jimmy could hear a choking sound coming from Karen, and at first he thought that she was having an attack. But then, he realized with sick amazement that she was laughing.
"You really think that I'm just going to drop the gun, just because you said so? You've got to be joking!" she said.
At that point, Jimmy had expected Karen to lower the gun at him, and take aim. But instead, to his horror, she handed the gun to Gabby.
"Finish him off." said Karen.
Gabby's hand rested on the trigger. For the first time, she looked up from the floor, but still she didn't look at Jimmy.
Seconds passed, then half a minute.
"I said finish him off!" shouted Karen.
Gabby looked at Jimmy, and pointed the gun straight towars him.
"Gabby," said Jimmy, calmly, as if talking to a baby, "You don't have to do this."
Gabby narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean?"
"You don't have to do what she says. You can just put the gun down and walk away."
Gabby looked at him for a moment, and then looked towards her mother as if asking her what she should do.
After recieving a repriving look from her mother, she turned back towards her target.
"No, " she said, "I do have to do this. For my father. You killed him."
"He didn't." said a voice. At first, Gabby had no idea where it was coming from, but then she turned towards the open door, and realized that Cindy had walked into the room.
"What are you talking about? He pulled the trigger, and my father died. He killed him. It's as simple as that." said Gabby.
"No, it's not. They were fighting for the gun! Your dad tried to shoot me! Jimmy was just trying to prevent someone from dying, and he did- he saved me. And, I'm sorry that your dad died, I really am. But, you need to understand that it wasn't Jimmy's fault." said Cindy.
Jimmy gave Cindy a look of thanks, as Gabby lowered the gun, if only slightly.
"But it was. . . it was. . " protested Gabby, in a low voice. "Wasn't it?" she asked, as she turned to look at her mother.
"It was." lied Karen. "It's all their fault. Now kill them! Avenge your dad, for you and for me. We loved him, and we lost someone we loved. Now, kill them." she said, urging on her daughter.
A look of realization spread across Gabby's face, as if a long forgotten memory had crept back into her thoughts.
"You didn't love him! You didn't love me! You left us, without an explanation, and you never came back until now. Why should I listen to you, and do what you say? You may have gave birth to me, but your not my mother." spat Gabby.
"I am your mother! You have to do what I say. If not, then I was right about you. You're worthless! That's why I left, because of you. You were just a worthless child, and I knew that's all you would ever be." Karen shouted back.
Karen lunged at Jimmy, then clawing at his throat, despite the fact that Cindy had grabbed ahold of her hair in an attempt to stop her.
Gabby knew what she had to do. . . it was the only way to save one of the people who had only been nice to her.
Gabby raised the gun, level with the fighint pair. She sqeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to witness what was about to happen. Then, she pulled the trigger.
When Gabby opened her eyes, she immediately looked towards where she had shot. There, her mother lay in a pool of blood.
Cindy and Jimmy had moved away from Karen, in an attempt to give Gabby some room.
Despite the fact that Gabby hated her mother more than anyone, and despite the fact that she hadn't seen her for seven years- despite everything that Karen had done to Gabby, somewhere deep inside she still loved her. And that was the part of her that forced her legs to walk forwards and kneel at her mother's side.
"Mommy. . ." she said, in a whisper, avoiding looking at the bullet sized wound in her mother's chest. "I'm sorry." she said.
Karen's breathing was growing incresingly shallower, but she still managed to utter in a small voice, "No. . .you have nothing to be sorry for."
With that, Karen took her last breath. Gabby lay her head upon her mother's stomach and cried.
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Okay, I know a little morbid, shooting her own mother. I also know that I strayed away from Jimmy and Cindy a little, but don't worry, I just had to sort of wrap up that story line before I could end the story with a bang. . . and believe me next chapter will focus on Cindy and Jimmy once again, it will also be the last chapter. Well, please review.