Here is chapter 7! Sorry if this chapter is confusing! Also Sly's cane can pop out from the stick part. Might make this less confusing.
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SPOV
I needed to talk to Carmelita about Travis. She doesn't know what kind of danger she's putting herself into and I have to save her. It's not that it would be hard to save her; I've done it many times before. Trying to convince her that this guy is a rapist; yeah, that is going to be a problem.
I stared running on the roof tops towards Carmelita's house and hoped Travis would be there, then she could watch me kick his ass.
When I got to her home just as I wanted, he was there. I was on the window looking into her apartment; I saw Carmelita sitting on the couch. I think she was almost bouncing in her seat as if she was waiting for something.
I went through the window in her room and I heard the door open then her quick footsteps I clearly understood as her running to answer it. I crept down the hall way looking into the other hall and saw Carmelita in Travis wrapped in each other's arms.
Ugh get a room.
Wait. They don't know I'm here.
But they should still get a room.
I heard another knock; great it's probably another boyfriend. I don't want to watch this.
I went back into her room to wait for her. I heard someone coming down the hall way, but the foot steps were too loud to be Carmelita, so they must belong to Travis. I quickly hid in the closet so he wouldn't see me.
He came into her room and set his bag on her bed. I don't understand what Carmelita sees in him, he's not that good looking. I mean, he's just a black panther. I know a lot of black panthers. What makes him so special? He does have green eyes, and they're not very common. Maybe that's why girls fall for him. He really doesn't look the same as he did in his criminal picture. In the picture, he had long brown hair. Now he has short black hair with a tint of blue.
He was looking in his bag and I thought this is the best time to talk. I want to talk to him alone, before Carmelita comes in. I walked out of the closet very quietly; I didn't want him to hear me.
His head came up and whipped around to see me watching him.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked. I thought he would yell but maybe he didn't want to be loud, for Carmelita would come to investigate.
"I could ask you the same question." I said in a calm voice. It was kind of funny how he didn't know who I was. I didn't have my cane out, so I guess it wasn't that obvious.
"Fine, who are you." He demanded in a voice that was holding back an annoyed sigh, turning around completely, crossing his arms and knitting his eyebrows together. He didn't looked scared, just kind of annoyed from what his tone and body language told me.
Who am I though? I could be anyone, really. Might as well play with this.
"I'm Carmelita's boyfriend." I said. This is going to be fun.
His eyes brow shot up and his lips pressed together as if thinking about whether I was telling the truth or not.
"Mmk." He said and turned back to his bag to start emptying the contents.
What? I just said I was Carmelita's boyfriend and he didn't care?
"What?" I asked. He turned around and looked at me.
"What? You're Carmelita's boyfriend, and so am I." he said simply, as if it didn't matter.
"I don't understand." I said because he was really confusing me.
"Ok, well I don't care that your Carmelita's "boyfriend" because I know that's ridiculous. Carmelita is so hot, any guy would know it. Every guy would want to get into her pants, but the thing is, some guys are dumbasses and try way too hard to get her. They make it obvious that they want her. But only the smart guys, like you and me, know how to do it right." He stops and looked at me. I think he wants me to answer.
Then it made sense.
"You have to act nice." I said, understanding what he was talking about.
He nodded. All these years, I've thought that she just didn't like me because I was a thief. That I would tell her I like her just to get out of jail. She's smart, but misunderstands my flirty comments and looks, all of which honestly shows how I feel about her; that I love her. Though she thinks I pretend to liked her, just to get into her pants. Which is completely depraved behavior and utterly ungentlemanly as well; She deserves more respect than that.
Respect Travis obvious doesn't have concerning Carmelita.
"I never thought of it that way." I said.
"But it's weird, I never thought Carmelita was the cheating type." He said and turned back to his bag.
"Well she isn't." I said. He turned back around.
"Well if that's not the case, then who are you? Brother, friend, old roommate?" he paused and chuckled, "No, you're just a stalker." He said, his eyes hardening, looking at me seriously now; his earlier annoyance with me had just evaporated into the air, making it hang a little heavier with a hint of anger all around us.
"How…" I stared, not comprehending that he had just called me my least favorite word: stalker.
"I'm not stupid. Carmelita has never talked about you; I have never seen you anywhere, I would have heard you coming down the hallway and if I didn't, you would've had to open the door which creaks. So you must've come through the window, which is unlocked. Carmelita never leaves her window unlocked." He said finishing his list of observations.
This is crazy! How does he know this?
He turned back into his bag, continuing to empty the contents across the bed.
"Why does it matter T Cad?" I asked, giving him a yeah, I-know-your-secret look. He stopped and whipped his head around; He looked very angry.
"What did you say?" He hissed though his teeth.
"I know all about you and what you did." I said.
He chuckled and shook his head.
"I thought it might have to come to this…too bad, I kind of liked you. You would be cool to hang with. But you know too much. It's nothing personal, but I have dealt with people in the past who couldn't keep their mouth shut." He said calmly.
He turned around. But what I didn't know is he had a gun in his paw pointed to my head.
"Sorry." He said and put his finger on the trigger.
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CPOV
"Danielle what are you talking about? Kelly and Lily were sluts, I'm sure they wanted to sleep with him." I said.
"No you don't understand. He's bad news, please believe me! Ask him about T Cad." She said.
"Danielle it's not that I don't trust you, but he's nice." I said. I really hoped she would stop.
"You still haven't answered my question: are you feeling funny at all?" she said sound really worried.
I didn't want to believe her. Travis is nice and charming, he would never drug me.
Would he?
"Carmelita, I'm just doing this for you." She said pulling me into a big hug. She pulled back, still holding my shoulders and looked at me.
"Please, just tell me." She said again.
I was about to speak but there was a gun shot.
Danielle let out a blood curdling scream, fell on the floor and clung to my leg; it's the ridiculous thing she does when she's startled.
The shot came from my room.
I shook off Danielle, grabbed my shock pistol and went down the hall to my room. I open the door slowly. The lights were off. I found the light switch and flicked it up but nothing happen. Great.
"Danielle get me a flash light!" I yelled.
"THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL AM I GOING INTO THAT ROOM, YOU COME HERE AND GET IT YOUR SELF." She screamed. Yep she is scared out of her mind.
"Ugh." I said out loud and left the room. I went down the hall way and into the kitchen and I pulled out a flash light from the bottom cabinet by the sink.
I heard another shot from my room and heard something or someone fall. Travis! I ran into my room and saw something I'd never want to see.
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SPOV
He turned around. But what I didn't know is he had a gun in his paw pointed to my head.
"Sorry." He said and put his finger on the trigger.
Before he could do anything I got my cane out and smacked the gun out of his paw. He lunged at me, pinning me to the ground and in my moment of shock, seized my cane and threw it over his shoulder. He punched my nose, possibly breaking it but making it bleed nonetheless. He got two swift kicks to my stomach before I grabbed his foot, pulling him to the ground with me. I tried to get up and get the gun that was lying five feet away under the window, but he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back down. By doing that I was within arm's reach of my cane. I grabbed it and stood up. Travis got up too and I swung at him with my cane, but he grabs it in mid air and ripped it from what I thought was a pretty firm grasp. He takes a step to me and swung at me with my own cane. I grabbed it in mid air and we wrestled over it.
He's stronger than I thought. I let go of the cane and he swung up. I leaned towards the right and it missed me by an inch but hit the light. The lights went off but that wasn't a problem for me, nor for Travis either. He looked at me and launched himself at me again. We were both on the ground punching each other with everything we had; cracking ribs and jabbing eyes, it was vicious. I threw him off of me and was right next to the gun. I picked it up and pulled the trigger. I heard the gun shot and a grunt.
Travis fell to the floor holding his stomach then I heard someone scream.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
I put the gun in my holster and grabbed Travis off the ground, shoved him into the closet and dived in after him, closing the door behind me.
"If you make a single sound I'll shoot you again, and this time I won't miss." I growled quietly while still maintaining an intimidating air around my words, putting the gun to his head. I would never really do it, just said it to scare him a little, and it worked.
He was sitting in the closet, holding his stomach and breathing a little quicker and shallower than he was before I shot him. I was standing by the door to see if anyone was coming and I heard the door open; I could see Carmelita walk in with her shock pistol. I had to smile at that: good ol' Carmelita. She tried to turn on the light but it didn't work, we broke it during our little brawl.
"Danielle get me a flash light." She yelled.
"THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL AM I GOING INTO THAT ROOM, YOU COME HERE AND GET IT YOUR SELF." This Danielle yelled.
"Ugh," Carmelita says and stomps off down the hall.
I breathed a sigh of relief. I still had the gun in my paw as I got out of the closet and looked out of her door. I saw her in the kitchen; I was looking at her, concentrating on her and only her so I didn't hear Travis sneak up behind me.
He kicked me in the back and I fell on my face hard, dropping the gun I held in my right hand. I tried to get the gun back but he got it first. He held the gun and pointed it at me again. I tried to make a run for it back to the window, but I heard the gun go off and I felt a sharp pain in the back of my right leg, just above the crook of my knee. I fell to the floor and tried to get up, but fell again. I couldn't walk and couldn't get away, by now I knew I was a goner.
I heard something fall very loudly. I looked over my shoulder and saw Travis face down on the ground. I thought he was dead at first but then I heard him breathing; he's probably lost a significant amount of blood already.
I let out another sigh of relief since I had been holding my breath seeing as I'd just thought I had possibly killed someone. I heard her come running and sat and waited for her due to the fact I couldn't move and I really wanted to tell her who Travis really is. I didn't know how I was going to explain this, but at least she is going to be safe. I limped over towards the left side her bed but being smart enough not to waste energy to try and lift myself up there. Instead, I sat down, clutched my leg and just watched Travis.
She opened the door and gasped. She dropped the flash light and put her paws over her mouth. She looked at me, asking me if he was alive with her expression.
"He's alive." I whispered.
She kneeled next to him and stroked his face and looks like she is about to start sobbing. My ears are pressed flat to my head, mostly because I'm jealous and that I really hurt her; that and my leg is throbbing in pain.
"Danielle…" she said inaudibly. She clears her throat. "Danielle." She says a lot louder.
"Y-y-ea-h." she says a little shaken up.
"Can you help me?" Carmelita asks Danielle.
"Sure." She says.
Danielle walks in and doesn't even look at me, I don't know if she even sees me.
Both of the girls take Travis and leave the room.
I lay back on the left side of the bed; I'm still on the ground and holding my leg. I've been holding on so tight it doesn't look like my leg is bleeding anymore which is a good thing. I have always remembered Bentley telling me the best way to stop the bleeding is to put a lot of pressure on it.
Carmelita probably hates me now. She will never want to see me again. Ugh, that would be dreadful. I couldn't live without her.
All of this happened so fast, it's crazy. I'm so tired, but I don't want to fall asleep because I'm afraid that I will never wake up. I know that I was only shot in the leg and it won't be that bad… but I don't want to risk it.
I closed my eyes, just to rest them a little.
"Sly, Sly, wake up. Sly, Sly, wake up honey."
Honey? I know that is Carmelita's voice but did she just call me honey?
"Sly, honey, wake up." She said again. I felt her paw stroking my face and I haven't opened my eye till now. I see her looking right at me; she was sitting in front of me looking right into my eyes. Maybe she didn't hate me after all. But then she did something I thought she wouldn't do.
She slapped me across the face.
I opened my eyes for real this time and I see Carmelita's face starting at me with all different kinds of emotion. Anger, sadness, hurt, confusion, disappointment. Then I realized I had fallen asleep and she smacked me to wake me up. Lovely.
"Sly." she said just above a whisper. She looked at me then got up and went into the bathroom. I realized they had changed the light. My paw was also still on my leg and I was griping it very tightly. It still hurt like hell, but whatever.
I heard someone coming and thought it was Carmelita but it was Danielle. She came over and sat next to me, looking down at the ground in front of me.
We didn't say anything, just sat there.
"I want to thank you for what you did." Danielle said and now what looking at me.
"What do you mean?" I said. Wow, my leg was seriously killing me.
"What you did to Travis. Really I hope he dies. He has done the most horrible things, and I know no one deserves to die, but he does." She said. She's right, he doesn't deserve to die.
"Um, Carmelita is coming with some stuff for you, to clean this up." She said pointing to my injured leg I was still griping.
"So do you want to tell me what happen?" she wondered.
"Well I just came over to talk to him. To try to make him leave." I began.
"Why?" she asked.
"You're not the only one who knows what Travis did." I said.
"You know about the whole T Cad thing?" she said sounding surprised. I nodded.
"When I told him I knew who he was, he said that people in his past wouldn't keep quit, and it was nothing personal but I just knew too much." I explained.
"Wow." She said. Carmelita came in, I kind of think she was eavesdropping.
"Why did you come here?" Carmelita asked, sounding agitated with a trace of wonder.
"Because I care about your safety." I said honestly.
"Why?" she said again, even angrier than her previous question.
"Because I care about you." I said, looking at her straight in the eye.
"Well I don't care. She said coldly. "I don't care that you care about me. I don't want to see your face again. I don't want to hear you ever again. I want you out of my life. I was happy before you showed up. I don't care what you say about Travis because I know who he is now which is all that matters and I know that I love him." She said on the verge of tears.
I know that I love him. Those six words hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt that my world was crumbling; all because I knew she didn't love me. She loved him. Carmelita left the room and Danielle sat there and patched me up.
After she was done I got up. I could walk a little, my leg hurt like hell but I could walk. I thanked her and left though the window. After about five minutes of walking on the roof top I sat down and just watched the sky. I felt something in my holster, and then I remembered I took the gun from Travis after he fell. I opened the gun up and found that there was only one bullet left. Who carries around a gun with three bullets? I lay down and closed my eyes and tried to think.
Well cool, now I have one bullet for something. What could I use it for? Just for fun, I could shoot it at a wall, go back to Carmelita's place and shoot Travis again?
I didn't know. I don't have to use it. I could give it to Bentley. But what would he use it for?
You could use it on yourself. My mind suggested.
What? I opened my eyes a sat up.
You could use it on yourself. It repeated, nudging me on.
I thought for a second.
I grabbed the gun, put the barrel to my head and cocked it.
What's my life worth living for? I asked myself. What's my life living for without her? She's the only reason I get up every day and the reason I steal things; just to see her face, to flirt with her, to show her I really do care for her and NOT just what she looks like. Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox is the only woman I want. If she doesn't want me, to even see me or hear my voice ever again, what's the point?
Then I pulled the trigger.
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I know people are going to hate me! Just wait! XD P.S. just to let you know, when Danielle falls when she is scared I thought of that because I do that! XD